Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized sexual assault and unhealthy relationships.
Morning delight
Clarke had gotten a good night of ten hours of sleep. When you were fucked to the point of unconsciousness, that tended to happen, you know?
The twenty-seven people who had fucked her till she was unconscious, Clarke's twenty-seven mates, were about the large house.
Pepper, Tony, Wanda, Pietro, Sam, Danny, Loki, Sylvie, Steve, Clint, Maria, Barney, Simone, Carol and Luke were downstairs either getting ready for the day or getting breakfast together.
Upstairs, Clarke still slept, and her mates who were with her in the large bed; Jessica, Yelena, Melina, Natasha, Frank, Elektra, Hela, Thor, Rhodey, Laura, Bruce and Brunnhilde, were watching Clarke sleep with endless hunger and need and affection.
Given the activities of last night? Clarke was quite naked. On her back, exposed to them. They had placed a blanket over her body, but as she had moved around in her sleep, her breasts were exposed.
Unable to help saying it, Yelena blurted out, "I want to suck on one of her tits."
"I do too," Elektra chuckled, snickering.
"She's asleep, Belova, Natchios," Bruce grumbled, though he was thinking the same thing, and was thinking about where else he wanted to put his mouth.
"She's been asleep for ten hours now," Jessica said, smirking, "Maybe we should wake her up."
Bruce grumbled quietly, but he wasn't going to deny that that sounded like a fun idea.
They would never have sex with her while she was asleep. They wanted her to enjoy every single thing they did to her.
But waking her up? That was an idea.
Chuckling, Natasha reached down and grabbed the blanket, gently pulling it off of Clarke's body.
When Clarke was completely exposed to them, Hela said, "We suckle at her breasts till she wakes up, and when she does, that's when we begin to work her pussy?"
"That sounds like a plan," Frank said, grinning.
Yelena and Elektra lunged forward first, Yelena wrapping her mouth around Clarke's right nipple and licking and sucking at it, and Elektra wrapping her mouth around Clarke's left nipple and sucking at that one.
They licked and sucked hard and Clarke's nipples, feeling the nubs becoming hard in their mouths.
Clarke began to mumble quietly.
After Clarke's nipples became hard, Yelena and Elektra shared a look, then released their hold on Clarke's breasts and moved away.
Thor and Bruce leaned down then, beginning to suck at Clarke's nipples next.
As they did, Jessica got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing a glass and filling it up with water for Clarke.
They were going to fuck Clarke hard this morning, and they had fucked Clarke unconscious last night. So, she would need to be hydrated.
As she brought the glass full of water to the bedside table next to the bed, Clarke began to moan, slowly arching slightly into the mouths suckling at her.
When Bruce and Thor moved back, Laura and Melina moved in.
It was then that Clarke woke up from the ministrations being done to her and she gasped, blue eyes looking down at the two women sucking at her tits.
Clarke tried to reach out to push one or both of the women away, but Jessica, after putting the glass down, reached out and pinned Clarke's right arm to the bed, keeping her from pushing at either Laura or Melina.
Thor reached down and pinned Clarke's left arm.
Frank, Natasha and Bruce grabbed her legs by her ankles and her thighs and held her legs open.
"Stop," Clarke moaned out, as she arched, Laura and Melina still suckling at her, staring up at her hungrily, watching her writhe.
"No," Jessica said, and she looked down at where Frank, Natasha and Bruce were, "She's awake. So, you know what that means, right?"
Frank practically purred, a low sound that made a warmth travel to Clarke's groin even as she squirmed.
Natasha and Bruce both chuckled and the both of them and Frank leaned down.
Natasha's tongue began to stroke all along Clarke's clit, up and down along it. Bruce pushed his tongue into Clarke's cunt and Frank sucked and bit along Clarke's right inner thigh.
Clarke screamed then, arching as her back tilted against her pillow, her eyes closing as she shook, her hips beginning to grind against the two mouths on her pussy.
As she arched, Melina and Laura watched her from where they sucked at her breasts, and Frank watched from where he bit at her right inner thigh and both Bruce and Natasha watched from where they licked at her cunt and clit.
Watching her squirm and thrash, listening to her cry out and scream, sweat glistening on her formerly pale but now flushing flesh, this was everything to them.
To be able to give her pleasure-nothing but utter pleasure, that was everything to them.
They couldn't stop, because they hungered for her pleasure practically every moment they breathed.
Natasha smirked as she listened to Clarke cry out, tongue nudging under the hood of Clarke's clit, stroking all along it, making Clarke scream louder as she twisted on the bed under them.
Bruce kept rubbing his tongue against Clarke's vaginal walls, groaning quietly at the sounds Clarke was making.
When Natasha flicked Clarke's clit fast repeatedly, Clarke finally began bucking her hips hard into Natasha and Bruce's mouths, practically squealing as she came, face twisting in pleasure.
She clenched around Bruce's tongue, and her cum rushed forward, drenching that tongue.
As they did this, Bruce was humping Clarke's right leg and Natasha was grinding herself against Clarke's left leg, the both of them getting themselves off as they fucked Clarke.
All of them, save for Clarke, had clothes on. So, when they came, they'd be coming in their pants and shorts when they were grinding up against Clarke.
Bruce moaned quietly at the taste, as he slowly pulled his tongue out of her and Natasha pulled her tongue from Clarke's clit.
Both Bruce and Natasha smirked at each other.
They knew that just because the two of them had stopped, it didn't mean that this was over-not by any means.
"Our turns," Thor said as he slowly lowered himself down, when Natasha and Bruce had moved back enough, Rhodey restraining Clarke's left arm when Thor moved, and Thor went to between Clarke's legs, his mouth going to Clarke's cunt, kissing her vaginal opening and Frank moved his face from Clarke's inner thigh, to her clit, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking hard.
Clarke screamed loudly again, hips bucking out of control as she started shrieking for the people assaulting her, to stop, that she couldn't anymore.
They of course, did not listen.
Never at one time, did Melina or Laura stop sucking at Clarke's nipples, that was, until it was their turn to put their mouths on Clarke's cunt.
After Frank and Thor ate Clarke out till she came again, coming against Clarke's legs as they ate her out, Melina pinned Clarke's right arm down as Jessica moved to Clarke's pussy, she and Hela beginning to eat Clarke out and when Clarke caught view of both Jessica and Hela there, she started begging, "Mommies, mommies-please stop!"
But that didn't help her.
Not in the least.
They could feel how much pleasure they were giving her, they could sense it. They would have sensed it if she were in pain, and if she were in pain in any way, they would have stiffened up and wouldn't have been able to continue.
No, they were bringing her pleasure and only pleasure.
And her calling Hela and Jessica, "mommies?" Only made them lick and suck more, wishing to hear more of her pleasure intoxicated screams and moans.
Jessica and Hela's eyes never stopped peering up at Clarke as Jessica kept kissing Clarke's clit and as Hela kept twisting her tongue inside of Clarke's cunt, lashing it against the blond's vaginal walls.
Melina was leaning to the right side as she sucked at Clarke's right nipple and Laura was leaning off to the left side as she sucked at Clarke's left nipple.
Which gave both Hela and Jessica a pretty good view of Clarke thrashing under their mouths.
All the while, Hela ground her pussy against Clarke's right leg and Jessica ground herself against Clarke's left leg.
Clarke came hard, clenching around Hela's tongue and coming all over the older woman's mouth.
Clarke gave pitiful whimpers as she pumped her hips weakly.
Jessica and Hela moved back.
Hela nodded to Rhodey and Melina, both of them looking down curiously.
Melina smirked, opening her mouth and trailing downwards her mouth latching around Clarke's clit and sucking hard, as Rhodey traveled downwards as well and sticking his fingers hard into Clarke's cunt, pumping fast.
Hela and Jessica went quickly to Clarke's arms and pinned them down before she could try to push either Melina or Rhodey away.
Clarke came hard and fast. And so did Melina and Rhodey as they humped Clarke's legs.
At last, it was Laura and Brunnhilde's turns.
They went to work fast.
Brunnhilde sucking with her mouth and Laura plunging with her fingers, almost sticking her whole hand into Clarke as she humped Clarke's left leg and Brunnhilde humped Clarke's right leg.
When at last, Clarke was shaking on the bed, exhausted, panting, twitching every now and then, Brunnhilde and Laura moved away from her and Jessica picked up the glass of water, sitting down on the bed next to Clarke and gently propping Clarke up, pouring some of the water down her throat, allowing Clarke to get some of it into her system.
All of Clarke's present mates watched, eyes filled with love and need as they watched her drink.
Every single thing she did interested them, no matter how small.
After several minutes, Clarke seemed to come back to herself as she mumbled, quietly, "That was fucked up."
"We know, sweetie," Yelena commented, her voice thick with her accent, though for Clarke she was able to quickly become sentimental, "Do you want us to carry your breakfast upstairs to you?"
Clarke snorted, "I'm not an invalid. I can eat with the rest of you."
Frank nodded, seeming to make a decision quickly and stood up, leaning down and reached out.
Clarke gasped when she was picked up in Frank's arms, bridal style and he carried her carefully, out of the bedroom door, down the steps, ignoring Clarke's protests.
Melina got some clothes from Clarke's dresser, and carried them out for Clarke to wear for the day. They'd dress her when they got to the living room. There was no need to worry about the nearby neighbors seeing them-they had decided to keep the blinds down, so no one from any of the houses nearby, could see them. Jessica grabbed the glass of water, picked it up and carried it out, the others following.
When they got downstairs, most of the breakfast was ready.
Seeing Clarke squirming in Frank's arms, made Clarke's mates who had been downstairs preparing breakfast, chuckled.
"I see you already had a vigorous morning," Pepper said, smirking.
"Like you didn't hear everything that happened upstairs. Our baby girl is so loud, I think her beautiful screams were heard in Antarctica," Frank commented, softly biting Clarke's neck, causing Clarke to gasp as Frank slowly lowered Clarke down to the floor and Melina brought over Clarke's clothing.
"Does Clarke really need to have clothes on?" Loki asked, not seeming to care that Frank had just suggested that in Antarctica, many penguins and seals had just been spooked by Clarke's screams, smirking, "I'm pretty sure we're all going to try to finger her or eat her out, soon."
Clarke gave Loki a dirty glare as she let Melina dress her.
Loki's smirk didn't leave his face as he held his hands up.
Clarke had no real venom in her glare when she directed her glare at Loki.
She could never really hate any of her mates. Which was probably a bad statement about herself, since her relationship with her mates had literally started with kidnapping, captivity and multiple rapes.
Still, she had made her decision. She knew that it probably wasn't a good thing that she'd made this specific decision to be with her mates, but she had. And she knew that at any time, she told them to let her go, they would do it.
She wasn't having trouble with drugs anymore, she actually had a way busier social life, had way more friends than before, was eating better, sleeping better, she had access to a lot of money that she didn't before, and was careful how she spent it, she was even going to start college soon-she had never been to college before. This would be a change for her.
It was because of this-all of which, she knew, was because of her mates, that if Clarke ever told her mates to let her go and never come near her again? They would comply in seconds, no matter how much it hurt them to do.
But she knew she wouldn't.
Her mates had made it clear to her, long ago, that she owed them nothing. That no matter what they had given her, she was not indebted to them.
So, if she told them to let her go and never come near her again, they would listen to her. In seconds.
But Clarke wouldn't do that.
Laura came in and she and Clint smirked at each other, Laura going up to where Clint stood and placing her hand between Clint's legs, cupping his clothed cock and he grunted at her action as Laura asked Clint, an almost threatening grin on her face, if he liked listening to their baby girl-Clarke, of course, screaming like that and if he was hoping Laura would put a cock ring on him while she pounded his ass.
Clarke tried to ignore how that mental image sent a jolt of excitement through her, down to her cunt.
She had suspected a long time ago, that she was as fucked up as her mates, but she knew better than to say that. Her mates got upset when she called herself things like "fucked up." They were fine with her saying that about them. Just not about herself.
But further proof that she was probably as deranged as her mates were, was that she found that when her mates fucked each other-yes, her mates often fucked each other-sometimes, if not often, against the consent of the partner being fucked, Clarke got excited and aroused.
It was so wrong, she knew. But she got excited and aroused.
So, when Clarke thought about Clint potentially being tied up by Laura, his cock being overstimulated by the cock ring she'd put on him, while at the same time, jamming a butt plug up his ass, or fucking his asshole with a strap-on, and keeping him gagged the whole time, so he had no way of escaping and no way of protesting while Laura plowed him, releasing muffled moans as he was violated, and felt heat travel down to between her legs, she knew how wrong it was, and knew that she understood her mates, far more than she should.
Jessica came in and put the glass of water on the table next to the large plate of food for Clarke, and Melina took Clarke's hand and gently led her to sit down at the table in front of her food.
Clarke shook her head at Frank, Melina and Jessica, as the others who had had their way with Clarke this morning, walked in.
Rhodey asked Clarke quietly, "Do you feel strong enough to feed yourself?"
Clarke grumbled, "I can lift a fork, Rhodey. Okay?" Rhodey nodded, backing off.
Sometimes her mates could be a bit overbearing with their devotion.
Clarke then grabbed her fork and grumbled to those that had prepared breakfast, "Thanks for breakfast."
"Of course, honey," Pepper said, smiling, "Eat up. Because you'll need your energy. I think later on today, those of us that didn't have our fun with you this morning, are going to have some dessert eating your pussy later on today."
Clarke froze, before she could shove the piece of fried egg on her fork, into her mouth, eyeing Pepper's smirk.
She watched as Jessica, Frank, Melina, Elektra, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Rhodey, Yelena, Laura, Hela and Brunnhilde shared a grin, clearly liking the idea of watching what Pepper was proposing; which was herself and those that hadn't fucked Clarke this morning, eating Clarke out till Clarke could barely move, later on today.
When Clarke thought about that possibility and felt more arousal at the thought of her remaining mates; Pepper, Tony, Clint, Barney, Simone, Sylvie, Loki, Pietro, Wanda, Maria, Carol, Luke, Danny and Sam eating her out till she was a sweating and twitching mass again, Clarke fought the extremely strong urge to grumble the words, "Oh, for fuck's sake," out.
Author's note
Part one of a trilogy.