Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

SoaringHurricane's works again, inspired some of this.

Warnings for talk of pedophilia, rape, genocide, murder and torturing someone to death.

Giving into mommy's lust

Melina, despite knowing her role throughout her life, the role of mother, which she had fulfilled for years and years, for the young girls at the Red Room, for Natalia Alinovna Romanova, then changed to Natasha Romanoff, and Yelena Belova.

And now to her romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin. But yes, Clarke was her romantic partner soulmate, so it wasn't just a maternal type of relationship, was it?

Their relationship naturally was going to be sexual. That they both knew. But Melina had been expecting that, but also knew that she would need to get Clarke comfortable with calling her lover by the title Melina wanted Clarke to call her.

When Clarke had first seen Melina, Melina had been able to tell that Clarke desired her, as soon as Clarke laid eyes upon the older woman.

Melina had felt the exact same way, needless to say.

She had wanted to take Clarke into her arms, to pick the younger woman up into her arms and hold Clarke's face to her breasts, had wanted to kiss Clarke's neck, wanted to cradle Clarke in her arms, wanted to tenderly slip her fingers inside Clarke as Clarke sucked on her breasts, had wanted to bury her face between Clarke's legs as the younger woman called out, "mommy," over and over again.

Melina wasn't naïve, not in any sense of the word.

She knew she was lustful. Bordering on being lecherous, at least when it came to her romantic partner soulmate.

When she saw Natasha look at her, when Natasha had first introduced Clarke to Melina and Yelena, she had known that Natasha knew what her mother felt for Clarke.

And she had known that Melina had felt the need to hear their shared romantic partner soulmate call her "mommy," just as Natasha had felt that need.

Melina knew her needs were lustful. So damned lustful.

But she also knew that she loved that young woman, as soon as she saw her.

Melina had obviously wanted to fuck Clarke until the younger woman was unconscious.

But she also wanted to know everything there was to know about her Clarke.

She wanted to know all Clarke had gone through. What had made her as callous and cold as she was, as distrusting as she was.

When she had stepped forward and watched Clarke tense up, glaring at her, Melina had tried to ignore how her heart hurt, but she had stopped herself from stepping forward anymore. She needed to use her words, she had decided and had asked Clarke if Clarke was alright.

Clarke had scoffed and said, "Define alright, Vostokoff? I'm fine. If it means that I'll get to kill someone or rip their throat out." She had then flashed a grin at Melina, "A nice romantic partner soulmate you have, right?"

Melina wasn't foolish. She had recognized the blunt and hard reaction to her for what it had been. An attempt at pushing Melina away, so that Clarke didn't have to experience the possibility of rejection.

Natasha had hissed at Clarke, though her eyes had been soft and understanding.

Yelena had watched this and had looked particularly amused. She had grinned as if she had just been given a challenge that she had been waiting for.

Melina had smiled at Clarke and had said gently, "Yes, dear, I do have a good romantic partner soulmate. But I have a hard time seeing you believing that, even though I do."

Clarke had looked startled at that comment.

Melina had just smiled, awaiting Clarke's next words.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Clarke demanded of Melina, looking troubled.

Melina had just shrugged, smiling, "What do you think I'm talking about, sweetie? I know we're romantic partner soulmates. But it doesn't matter to me what you've done. I want to know everything. About you. About what you've had to do. About what your life has been like."

Clarke had stared at her, then had barked out a laugh, "You're even more naïve than Natasha is." Clarke had thrown an amused smirk at Natasha, then had turned back to Melina, "You wanna know everything, Melina? Fine. Here's everything. I tore out of the skybox I was locked up in when I was young. And I tore out a bunch of other teenagers' throats. Drained them dry." Clarke's grin had widened at that. "I ran off to the woods. The Mountain Men found me," She had continued, "They tried to get me to sell out the Ark people, so I killed them. I killed them all. Wiped them out. And I killed all of the dozens and dozens of children in the mountain too." Clarke's grin had widened as she had looked at Melina, trying to gauge Melina's reaction to this revelation.

Clarke had then continued, "I left and hid in the woods some more," Clarke's smirk had become even crueler, "I was found by the Ice Nation when I was thirteen. They tortured people in front of me and tortured me till I did what they wanted. And I did. Oh, and I killed a bunch of people too, because I decided that I'd show how much of a monster I was. I still am." Her grin had become wide and murderous.

Clarke then had carried on, "Oh, and here's the best part, you know those delinquents I drained back when I was eleven when I first broke out of the skybox? Guess what, one of those delinquents was named Octavia, and she had an older brother. It's illegal to have more than one child on the Ark, so Octavia was locked up for being a younger sibling. But whatever, man. Anyway, I drained Octavia and her big brother, a pedophile named Bellamy Blake, decided he wanted revenge. Well, I'll give you a hint about how well that went for him."

At that, Clarke had grinned, beast-like.

"You know he was a pedophile?" Melina had asked Clarke gently.

Natasha had nodded to her in confirmation. "He was," She had answered, "He had had sex with girls as young as fourteen or thirteen even. So long as they were developing."

Melina had stared at Natasha, horrified.

Melina could acknowledge that she was lustful and that she wished to do everything imaginable with her romantic partner soulmate. But she never would have touched anyone, her romantic partner soulmate, or otherwise, who was below the age of eighteen. Hell, Melina hadn't even felt comfortable about approaching any potential partner who was below the age of twenty, for goodness sake.

Even if she had just met Clarke, like she had today, and had Clarke not been twenty-one, like she had been when she had first met Clarke, had Clarke been under eighteen, Melina would never have even entertained the possibility of trying to court Clarke in any capacity.

Melina had then turned to Clarke, "Then he deserved whatever you did to him." She had told Clarke.

Clarke had tilted her head, as if finding Melina's words odd.

"But he didn't put a knife to their throats, threaten them, drag them to his bed, or anything like that." Clarke had pointed out, looking at Melina and awaiting Melina's response.

Melina had smiled and had said, "And what does that have to do with anything? He asked thirteen and fourteen to seventeen-year-old girls if they wanted to have sex? Underage people don't have the same understanding about consent as full-grown adults do. So, yes, this 'Bellamy Blake' was in fact a pedophile. A rapist. He might not have forced any of the girls into his bed, or threatened them or anything like that. But because he took advantage of young girls, took advantage of their age, he was a pedophile and a rapist, nonetheless. So whatever you did to him? He deserved it."

Clarke had tilted her head again, then had snickered. She had answered, "Well, then, since you've put it that way, here it is."

Clarke had stepped forward this time, blue eyes glinting with dark intent.

It had been then that Clarke had spoken next. She had said, "Well, here it is. What did I do exactly to the pedophile and rapist, and Octavia's older brother, Bellamy Blake? To put it simply, I eviscerated him."

Clarke had grinned viciously as she had continued and Melina had listened dutifully, "I tied him to a tree. I castrated him, while he was still alive. I skinned him while he was alive. Tossed his disgusting skin to the dogs, let them eat it. Then I threw what was left of his disgusting, rapist body to the wild to decay there. And that's only a start of what I did to him."

Clarke had then grinned more widely and had cackled, "And that's the story of the Blake siblings! Hah! Octavia Blake was drained and her grotesque rapist brother, Bellamy, tried to avenge her, and it ended for him with me torturing him to death. Just like he fucking deserved!"

Clarke then had turned her attention back to Melina, then to Natasha and Yelena. "So," She had said, "How do the three of you like your romantic partner soulmate now?"

Melina had stared at her romantic partner soulmate, sad. She had glanced at Natasha and Yelena.

Natasha had looked calm, as if this was something she had heard plenty of times before, and considering how patient Natasha had looked, she had realized that that was perhaps the case.

Yelena had looked at Clarke strangely, as if trying to puzzle out Clarke's psychology.

Melina then had turned back to Clarke.

"Clarke," Melina had said, then stepping forward and startling Clarke as the brunette had taken Clarke's hand in hers, "I'm so sorry, Clarke. So, so sorry that you've gone through this."

Clarke had stared at her, startled.

Melina had smiled sadly at her romantic partner soulmate and had continued, "Sweet girl, you seem so focused on what you've done, and not on all the horrible things that were done toyou."

Again, this had earned Melina startled look.

Melina had smiled at Clarke tenderly and had said softly, "You were locked up in the skybox, Clarke? For how long?"

Clarke had seemed surprised. She had narrowed her eyebrows, then had mumbled, "For six years."

Melina's heart had clenched at hearing that. She did the math. If Clarke was eleven when Clarke had broken out of the skyboxes and she was locked up there for six years, then Clarke had to have been only five years old at the time of when she was put into the skybox.

"You were five?!" Yelena had demanded, voicing all three women's outrage at this information.

Melina's lower jaw had tightened at that. She had stolen a glance at Natasha, seeing the redhead's countenance.

Natasha had been calmer, because as to be expected, she had been exposed to this knowledge before, as she had known Clarke longer. But still, Natasha's usually calm green eyes were narrowed with contained anger. Melina knew when her daughters were angered. And Natasha? She definitely had been furious in that very moment.

Clarke had seemed surprised again by the older women's anger.

She had then nodded and had told them, "Yeah," She had said, "I was five. So what? I saw my dad getting executed by the Ark people. They threw him out through the airlock. Because he knew something he wasn't supposed to. I knew it too, so they locked me up. And for six years I stayed there, till I was eleven and my powers developed and I broke right out. And started feeding. That's all that happened."

Melina had shaken her head. "That's inhuman," She had said, "Abominable. That's horrid." She had said softly, "No one should do that to anyone, especially a five-year-old child."

Clarke had seemed taken aback and had shrugged. "Whatever," She had said, pulling her hand back out of Melina's hand, "Look, Vostokoff, I know I'm your romantic partner soulmate, but deal with this reality, you're all better off without me."

Melina's eyes had hardened and she had been about to tell Clarke to never say that again, but Natasha had beaten her to it.

"Clarke," Natasha had said, voice hard and steely, making Clarke stiffen, "Don't even think about talking that way about yourself." Her eyes had been hard as she had looked at Clarke.

Natasha had then softened as she had said, "You did what you had to. That's what happened. That's it. That's all. And you didn't deserve what was done to you."

Clarke had scoffed and had looked away.

That had been almost two years ago.

Now, in present day, Melina looked over at where her romantic partner soulmate was playing with the two black labs that Alexei had adopted.

Clarke and Yelena and Natasha played with the two dogs as Alexei trained in the field, pulling cars along with chains, even though, given the super soldier serum, he didn't need it.

Melina chuckled and closed the door behind her as she walked out of the house, holding a mug of hot cocoa in her right hand as she approached her romantic partner soulmate, her two daughters and the pair of dogs.

Dima and Maxim, the two male black labs that Alexei had adopted, brothers, had both been neutered and had had all their needed shots and so on.

But despite that? And despite the two dogs not being puppies anymore, as they were both four years old, had both leapt up and down again and again, at Clarke, Yelena and Natasha, as the three young women played with the two canines.

Melina smirked at all this, drinking down some of the cocoa.

Clarke looked up at Melina, smiling.

"Hey, mama," She said, nodding to her.

"Clarke," Melina said, heart warmed, hearing Clarke calling her by the title she had always desired to be called by, by her darling Clarke, "You know that now that Maxim and Dima have gotten excited, it will be a while before they get worn out."

"Ah," Clarke said, shaking her head, "It's alright. They'll get tired out soon enough." She grinned down at the two canines, ruffling Maxim's head between his hands.

Melina drank more of her cocoa and glanced at Natasha and Yelena, who were petting Dima.

She had always had what might be described as a bad habit, watching her daughters with their shared romantic partner soulmate.

That could be considered odd, but she had watched them a great deal, just watched them together, how they interacted.

She had seen the way Clarke looked at Natasha. It was as if Clarke's deep and intense and raw feelings were exposed every time Clarke looked at Natasha.

Melina wasn't foolish enough to believe that Clarke would ever love her, or Yelena, as deeply as she loved Natasha. And Melina wasn't angry over that.

Not even remotely.

She understood.

All she wanted was Clarke.

All she wanted, since the moment she had met Clarke, had been to know Clarke, to love her, and to fuck her. Hard.

Melina's eyes went back to Clarke and lingered upon her.

Melina watched Clarke still, drinking down the hot cocoa.

Eventually, Natasha spotted Melina looking at Clarke that way and smirked. She asked Clarke if Clarke could go inside and get some of Maxim and Dima's toys. Clarke nodded and had headed inside. Melina looked at Natasha and Natasha's eyes jumped to where Clarke was going, urging Melina to follow the extremely powerful being that was her soulmate.

Melina's eyes had widened in realization, then had smiled in appreciation at Natasha. She had turned around and had followed after Clarke.

When both Melina and Clarke had gotten inside the house, Melina put the mug down onto the counter and spoke softly to Clarke, when the blonde reached the closet where Dima and Maxim's toys were, "Clarke, love?"

Clarke turned to Melina, curious.

"Yeah, mama?" Clarke asked.

Melina crept closer and smiled in a way she knew to be seductive and Clarke's looked startled by this and she answered with a smirk of her own.

"So here or in the bedroom?" Clarke asked, chuckling.

Melina answered, pressing Clarke up against the counter and thrusting her right thigh between Clarke's legs, raising it up and rubbing it against Clarke's clothed cunt, face close to Clarke's left ear as she whispered, "As if I can hold back for long enough to get to the bedroom, little girl."

Clarke gave a small laugh, that turned into a moan with each of Melina's grinding movements.

Melina pressed her face to Clarke's pale neck, inhaling Clarke's scent.

She often had been felt the twinge at the back of her brain, a question of whether or not she might potentially scare Clarke with her lust, but the overriding need that she had, had chosen for her.

She needed and yearned for Clarke, far more than she had dreaded Clarke pushing her away.

Perhaps a selfish impulse, but that was where Melina found herself descending into.

And the lust took hold of her at that very moment and her mouth all but devoured Clarke's throat, as she rode her thigh again and again up into Clarke's cunt. Clarke shook the counter behind her, hands gripping the edges of it.

Clarke gasped with Melina's grinding.

Melina bit and sucked hard, licked and sucked.

Melina's left hand went to Clarke's shirt and slipped under it, going up to Clarke's breasts, hand going to Clarke's left breast and pulling Clarke's breast out of the younger woman's bra, and gripped Clarke's left nipple, squeezing gently, and Clarke bucked harder against Melina's thigh and Clarke cried out into the room.

Melina smirked and moved her hand to Clarke's right breast and did the same to the nipple of that breast, making Clarke squirm and moan some more.

When Melina was satisfied that she had tortured Clarke's breasts enough, she then moved her arm out from under Clarke's shirt and began to undo Clarke's pants.

Melina inhaled more of Clarke's scent as she bit all along the front of Clarke's throat.

She whispered to Clarke as she undid Clarke's pants, "You want me inside you, don't you, my little one?"

Clarke nodded weakly, crying out. "Yes, mommy." She said quietly, gasping against Melina.

Melina smirked and pulled her thigh out from between Clarke's legs, and gradually pulled Clarke's pants down. When Clarke's pants were down around the younger woman's ankles, Melina pushed her left index finger and left middle finger into Clarke's cunt, thrusting in and out, continuing to suck and bite at Clarke's neck.

Clarke screamed when Melina's fingers invaded her cunt, bucking back and forth as Melina thrusted in and out of her.

Melina's other hand went to Clarke's cunt, as well, her fingers beginning to stroke Clarke's clit again and again, making the younger woman shriek now, head throwing back, eyes squeezing closed.

"Mommy…" Clarke whimpered.

Melina smiled, pleased by the title, still, and stroked Clarke's clit with her right hand.

As Clarke began to tremble with her approaching orgasm, Melina pulled her mouth away from Clarke's throat and whispered into the younger woman's ear, "I love you, my sweet little girl."

Clarke's orgasm slammed into her, forcing her to buck into Melina's hands, the orgasm washing over her and tearing through her, bringing more screams from her.

She orgasmed and her cum soaked Melina's hands fast, Clarke wildly bucking her hips, trembling, still.

Melina, when she was sure that she had wrung as much pleasure as she could from Clarke in that moment, pulled her arms away from Clarke's cunt and clit and embraced Clarke pulling the younger woman to her chest. "Are you alright, my love?" Melina asked Clarke gently.

Clarke nodded against Melina's chest, gasping. "I'm alright, mommy." Clarke assured the older woman.

Melina nuzzled Clarke's hair and whispered to her little girl, "Want to go again, love?"

Clarke nodded against her again. "Yes, mommy," Clarke said again, "Just give me a few seconds, please."

Melina's smile widened.

"So polite." She cooed to her romantic partner soulmate, "Such a good little girl."

Clarke chuckled, shaking her head, "Oh, shush. You know there's nothing good about me."

"Clarke," Melina said warningly, eyes narrowing, "You know I'm not going to put up with any talk like that," She pulled away from Clarke, eyes catching Clarke's. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're a good little girl. Understand, sweetie?" She said.

She stared into Clarke's eyes and Clarke's eyes glanced away.

Melina said in a firmer voice, "Clarke, sweetie? Understand? Answer me, or we might not be continuing…" Melina started pulling away from Clarke, not intending to give Clarke the number of orgasms that she had originally been planning on giving her little girl, when Clarke tensed up, worried.

"I…I understand," Clarke said quickly, grinding herself up against Melina, "Please, mommy." She pleaded, "I'm sorry. I understand, I swear."

Melina nodded, and kept her eyes locked with Clarke's.

"I love you, Clarke," Melina said, "Natasha and Yelena both love you. All of your romantic partner soulmates and familial soulmates love you. So much. You know that, don't you?"

Clarke nodded.

Melina's eyebrows lifted. "What was that, sweet girl?" Melina asked.

Clarke answered quickly, "I understand, mommy."

Melina smiled. "Good girl," She said, leaning forward and kissing Clarke's forehead, "That's my good little girl." She then pressed her forehead against Clarke and said, "I want you to do something. I want you to keep saying that you're good and that you deserve love, and I want you to keep saying it, and I'll give you what you want."

Clarke whimpered and nodded quickly.

Melina knew that what she was doing was jarring for Clarke, since the younger woman couldn't deal with being told that she was "good" and not a monster. But Melina loved this young woman and wouldn't allow Clarke to think of herself as anything else except worthy of love and praise.

"Alright, good girl," Melina said, "Now, begin."

Melina's right index and middle finger paused just in front of Clarke's vaginal entrance. Clarke gasped, eyes closing as she whispered, "I'm good. I deserve love. I'm good. I deserve love." She said this over and over and over again.

Getting what she wanted, Melina slammed her fingers deep into Clarke's cunt, second knuckle deep.

Clarke screamed, head throwing back, shaking under Melina against the counter.

Melina smiled like a wolf, watching Clarke thrash as Clarke kept speaking that mantra that Melina had instructed her to speak.

She felt hunger surge through her as she watched Clarke shake. She kept thrusting her fingers in and out of Clarke's cunt, and her left hand went to Clarke's breasts and stroked the right breast, squeezing it.

Melina then lowered her head and put her mouth around Clarke's left breast and sucking hard on Clarke's nipple, nipping it a few times, staring up at Clarke's panting and whimpering face, watching Clarke's eyes remain squeezed shut.

Melina watched, lust motivating every move she made.

She thrust up hard into Clarke again and again, hard, feeling Clarke getting closer.

She sucked on Clarke's left nipple hard, purring at the sight of her beloved thrashing and hearing her cry out that mantra, lustful of her control over her darling.

She loved this young woman, so much.

And she would never stop being hungry for the younger woman.