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Warnings for stalking, controlling behavior, talk of past child abuse and troubling behavior, no consent in siring someone agains their will.
We have you now: Part one: Her Guardians
They had stalked her for years, and they had understood how depraved some of what they had done was. Still, it had all been for her.
For many, doing depraved things for the sake of love, was greatly excusable. Vampires were no different.
Their actions were just sometimes a bit more extreme.
The twenty-five of them, they had known that stalking a young girl for years could be seen as nothing less except unacceptable, underhanded, disrespectful and immoral. But they had wished to protect their mate. That was reasonable enough, wasn't it?
Now that Clarke Griffin was a full-grown adult, and that she had been through college and now knew about all of them, it was only natural that they try to approach her and get her to return their affections.
Even if she could not, it didn't change that they just wished to turn her and be with her.
They had not yet turned her, however, they were waiting for the right time. They understood that Clarke did not wish to be turned into a vampire. But that mattered not to them. They would have her for forever. Even if she resisted entirely.
Watching Clarke together with Shayera, Yelena and Brunnhilde, crying out against the wall that she was pinned up against as her cunt was penetrated by two straps, one a black strap that Shayera was sporting and pushing into Clarke with a filthy smirk on her face, and the other a dark blue strap that Brunnhilde was gradually sliding into Clarke alongside Shayera's strap, and Yelena was kissing along the side of Clarke's throat, cooing to her that she was being "such a good slut," as she gently fondled Clarke's breasts and Brunnhilde and Shayera penetrated the young woman against the wall, Diana, Natasha, Mari and Wanda observed the delicious sight.
"Waiting your turn, are you?" Natasha asked Diana, smirking.
Diana nodded. "Somewhat," she confessed, "But I'm also considering when we should move our plan into motion."
At that information, Mari and Wanda looked at each other and Natasha nodded.
It was a discussion they had, out of Clarke's earshot.
Clarke, they knew, wished not to be turned into a vampire. She feared if she still would be herself after she was turned.
She feared she might hurt someone.
But she was going to be turned into a vampire, soon. Her mates could not bear the possibility of her dying.
Yes, they could protect her from all dangers, save for two. Aging to death and fatal diseases.
Whether it be an oncoming serial killer, abuser, a charging mountain lion; any of them, Clarke's mates could kill easily to protect Clarke from.
But diseases? Outside of magic, they had no defense against that. And aging to death? Well, there was only one answer to that. And that was, becoming a vampire.
This was why Clarke's mates had done what they knew to be reprehensible, without question.
They were planning on turning Clarke into a vampire. Even if they had to force her to be one of them.
They knew that nothing of what they were planning on doing was admirable, in any sense of the word.
But it didn't matter to them. She would be one of them.
They had already spoken to Clint about this. He knew he would need to keep it quiet, unless he wanted his wife and Clarke's mother, Laura, to be furious.
They would take Clarke somewhere private, where there was no chance of her coming across a human and killing them, and they would turn her into a vampire.
They hoped she could forgive them for forcing her to be one of them. But her forgiveness wasn't necessary. What was necessary? Was that she become a vampire and they could protect her forever.
"We'll have to move soon," Mari said, staring at Clarke hungrily as Clarke arched against the wall into Brunnhilde and Shayera's thrusts of the straps, "Best to sire Clarke sooner, rather than later."
All of them agreed with this, and as Mari, Natasha, Diana and Wanda discussed this, Yelena, Brunnhilde and Shayera heard. Because obviously, they did. Vampires had hearing superior to human beings' hearing.
As they made love to Clarke, Yelena, Shayera and Brunnhilde glanced the other four vampires' way.
Yelena's mouth was on Clarke's left nipple, sucking at it as she looked at Natasha, smirking around Natasha's breast, having heard everything.
Brunnhilde and Shayera turned their heads to look at Diana, Natasha, Wanda and Mari, smirking as they kept thrusting hard into Clarke, enjoying the sounds of Clarke's cries as her cum began to leak out of her, along the straps.
They all knew it was agreed. Clarke might have started out as knowing nothing but neglect and verbal abuse from her biological mother, Abby Griffin, but now? Now she would always be protected. They would turn her soon, and she would be safe for always, even if she didn't consent to it.
Brunnhilde and Shayera gave another vicious thrust into Clarke, and this brought a startled and aroused moan as they ploughed her, and this caused Yelena's smirk to broaden and it brought grins to all six Brunnhilde, Shayera, Diana, Wanda, Mari and Natasha's faces.
Author's note
My brain after reading Fireclaw111's most recent fic: Go to work, now!