Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100
Warnings for talk of rape in this story.
Swans mate for life
Swans mated for life. That was just a fact. When a swan met another swan and decided that that other swan was the bird that was for them, the two swans would mate for life.
This was just one of the many aspects about a swan that inspired many poems, love songs, soliloquies and sonnets.
And who could blame the writers of any of these?
Swans were beautiful. Graceful. They inspired awe and yearning for true love in people, love humans hoped to gain from their partners. Love they hoped would be for life.
That was, naturally, leaving out the more…indelicate aspects of mating.
Clarke Griffin groaned and cried out with each thrust into her person, shaking, her body soaked with sweat as she stared up at the ceiling, the room was lit with dim light to set the mood-not that the little sex addict that she was, was by any means, paying fucking attention to the lighting in the room, of all things.
There were currently two big, thick, fake cocks inside her. There was no way around it. There was nothing more eloquent she could put out there, than that.
Behind her, Yelena Belova was thrusting a big, dark blue strap on into Clarke's asshole.
In front of her, Natasha Romanoff was thrusting a big, dark purple strap-on into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke's head lolled her head to the left, seeing the many figures sitting on the bed. Clarke had already been fucked from the front and behind by the different women on the bed.
Maria Hill and Hela had been the first two to fuck her, hard. Pepper Potts and Diana, had been next. Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli had been next after them. Then Mari McCabe had her way with the younger woman.
Now Natasha and Yelena were fucking her from both sides, mercilessly.
Clarke had lost track of how many orgasms that had been ripped through her body, given how many of her mates had fucked her senseless.
So, really, she had no idea whether or not Natasha and Yelena wanted her to keep track of how many orgasms they were giving her.
Clarke, as she was being pounded by her mates, she heard Mari laugh from where she sat on the very large bed, "You know that story that Diana told us about? About Leda and the swan? Zeus took the form of a swan and raped Leda. You get off on that, don't you? Swans mate for life. You'd let us fuck you endlessly and you wouldn't even stop us if we intended to rape you, would you?"
The truth was, they knew that Clarke loved them talking to her like this, about how they'd like to defile her over and over again. She loved it when they did that. And they knew it.
So, she just moaned, when Natasha nuzzled against her right ear and purred, "Swans mate for life. And you would let us fill you up like this, for the rest of your life, wouldn't you, sweet little slut?"
Clarke groaned, as Natasha gave a thrust, the strap stroking against her clit, making Clarke cry out louder.
Clarke knew the answer to the question that Natasha had just asked. And she knew that Natasha and the rest of her mates here knew too.
Yes. Yes, she would.
Author's note
And I know that Pepper isn't one of the vampires, so, it might be a stretch to saying this is part of my stories for WolfHowlRunner61. But I just like Pepper, that's all.