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This is soon after my fic; Her call is irresistible.
Let us love you
It had only been a few months since Natasha Romanoff, Clarke Griffin, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff and Alexei had taken down Dreykov and had freed a number of the Black Widows.
Still, thanks to Yelena and Natasha both having the super soldier serum in their systems, they healed up all damage almost immediately. Clarke, without it even needing to be said, sustained no damage, whatsoever.
They were settling in now, waiting for when they would make their next move. The Black Widows that they had freed, had been brought to various safe houses. The same with Antonia-Taskmaster.
Alexei and Melina were back at Melina's house. Melina wanted to be with her daughters and with Clarke, but Clarke had made it very clear that she still didn't trust either Melina or Alexei.
She found Alexei infuriating at best. And even though Melina was one of Clarke's many romantic partner soulmates, she still couldn't trust Melina all that much.
So, Natasha, Yelena and Clarke all hunkered down in a hotel not far from Lillehammer, Norway.
It was getting late, and they knew they needed to get ready for bed.
Yelena had demanded that they get room service, looking excited, making it rather obvious that she had never had room service before.
Natasha had shared a smirk with Clarke as they had agreed.
After having gorged themselves on hotel food, dinner and dessert alike, and after they had finished and left the carts out in front of the hotel door, Natasha and Yelena had then turned their attention to Clarke and as soon as Clarke had seen their expressions being cast her way, and she knew exactly what had been on their mind.
She swallowed and had nodded to them. Right, then.
Yelena said, seeming almost hesitant, though both Natasha and Clarke could tell that it was difficult for her to ask, as the younger Widow sister glanced at the table where Clarke and Natasha had put their marital bracelets, "I know that we've never," she looked at Clarke with yearning, wanting to touch her romantic partner soulmate, desperately, worried about her asking to have sex with Clarke for the first time, "But, if you don't feel comfortable-"
Clarke shook her head. "No, it's alright," she assured Yelena, then turned to Natasha, "As long as it's alright with you?"
Natasha smiled playfully, telling Clarke exactly what she thought of sharing her little girl with Yelena.
Clarke smiled back, feeling heat travel to between her legs. Crap. She was going to be fucked. In the best way imaginable.
She had long since gotten over her anger against Natasha for joining Ross's side against her, Steve, Clint, Sam, Bucky, Thor and Bruce. But she imagined that Natasha still had some seriously unresolved sexual need when it came to her mate and wife. And she doubted that Yelena wouldn't throw all of her strength and enthusiasm into this, as well as she did for everything else.
"Are you ready for this, sweetie?" Natasha asked and Clarke nodded.
"I'm ready, promise, Nat," Clarke said, smiling.
Natasha nodded. "You remember your safe word?" She asked, wanting to be sure that there were precautions put into place.
"Yes, yes," Clarke said, rolling her eyes.
Sure, technically speaking, Clarke could break out of Natasha and Yelena's hold at any moment-not that she would. But she could. And she knew that if the safe word was ever used, her lovers would immediately stop.
But she had no intention of using the safe word.
Yelena turned to Natasha. "What's the safe word?" She asked.
"Charger," Natasha answered, "She took it from a character from an American cartoon she watched when she was a kid."
Yelena nodded, though frowned. The name didn't ring a bell. She remembered no character named that. She and her sister, both and all of those that had been trained with her, had had to watch multiple American cartoons to get them into the mindset of an American. To give them the knowledge of American cartoons. And she remembered no character named that. But fine, alright.
Yelena turned to Clarke, smiling, a hunger in her eyes. Besides, cartoons weren't exactly what the focus of her and her sister's attention, were they?
Natasha moved forward first and Yelena followed her lead.
The two of them reached Clarke in seconds. Natasha wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist and pulling Clarke to her body possessively. Yelena grabbed Clarke's arms and pinned them together and pinned them to the wall, burying her face in the left side of Clarke's neck.
"Want to start now, love?" Natasha asked, smirking.
Clarke nodded eagerly. "Yes, Nat," she said and when Natasha's eyes narrowed, Clarke knew she had said the wrong thing.
"That's not what you call me, Clarke," Natasha warned, "What do you call me, devushka?"
Clarke swallowed and said, "Sorry. Yes, I'm ready, mommy."
Natasha smiled in a predatory way and Yelena made a whining noise in Clarke's neck as she heard that.
Yelena began to lift her head, stunned. Holy shit. The idea of having this little girl mewling and crying out under them, calling Natasha "mommy," and calling Yelena…
Natasha glanced at Yelena, seeing the younger woman's hungry look. She understood quickly.
"And what do you call, Yelena, devushka?"Natasha asked Clarke playfully.
Clarke shifted her head to look at Yelena, contemplating.
Yelena answered, a hungry tone in her voice, "Mommy. You call me 'mommy' too, girl."
Clarke felt heat travel to her cheeks, then to her cunt as she groaned. "Yes, mommy," she said.
Clarke heard both Natasha and Yelena purr practically at the same time.
"So," Natasha said, "Are you ready for both of your mommies to fuck you at the same time, malyshka?"
Clarke moaned before she could help herself and nodded, timid.
Yes, yes, she very much was ready for that.
Clarke caught Natasha and Yelena sharing a dark, predatory look, then felt them move her from the wall, towards the bed.