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Clarke Griffin, a non-human and supposedly an Ark person, though given that she was adopted by Abby and the late Jake Griffin, that could be a matter of debate, as no one really knew where exactly she had come from, wriggled between two of her four present romantic partner soulmates, agent Maria Hill, the former spy and former assassin, Melina Vostokoff.
Clarke's two other romantic partner soulmates, Yelena Belova and Natasha Romanoff, were coming closer, and she could sense them in her hunger.
Yelena and Natasha got closer taking hold of her. They gradually managed to pin Clarke down to the bed, ripping her clothes off bit by bit.
Melina pinned Clarke's hands above her head, undoing Clarke's shirt and pulling it up. Natasha undid Clarke's belt and undid Clarke's pants. Yelena pulled off Clarke's shoes and socks and Maria pinned Clarke's waist down and leaned her head down, mouth wrapping around Clarke's right breast, sucking at the nipple through the material of Clarke's bra cup.
Clarke whimpered, writhing against the bed against Maria's mouth.
The four older women looked over the younger woman under them, hunger in their eyes as they watched their prey. Clarke writhed between them.
All four women smirked. Soon they would make her moan.
As Maria used her mouth, Natasha hooked her right index finger under the strap of Clarke's underwear and slowly dragged the underwear down, smirking as she brushed her knuckle all the way down Clarke's thigh, Clarke's underwear going down Clarke's knees, then down her legs and Natasha pulled the small garment off Clarke's legs and tossed it to the side.
Natasha then turned back to Clarke and leaned down, tongue darting out and sliding all the way along the outer side of Clarke's left thigh, reaching Clarke's stomach and her tongue darted in and out of Clarke's belly button, making Clarke squeak.
Natasha then pressed herself up against Clarke, sliding her left thigh between Clarke's legs and pressing her knee against Clarke's clit. Clarke gasped and moaned.
Maria pulled her mouth away from Clarke's breasts and she grabbed hold of the cloth between the cups of Clarke's bra and ripped the bra down Clarke's body, pulling the cups away from Clarke's breasts and she hungrily ducked her head down and her mouth enveloped Clarke's left breast, sucking and biting.
Clarke's whimpers filled the room and her lovers' ears, and Melina maneuvered herself downwards, so that she was alongside the left side of Clarke's body, mouth going all over to every part of Clarke's body, biting and sucking along Clarke's hands, arms, shoulders, to Clarke's breasts, to Clarke's stomach and thighs.
Clarke trembled, whimpering as Yelena moved to up to pin Clarke's arms down, "Please! Please! Please, mommy! I need you to fuck me! Please!"
All of Clarke's partners snickered.
Maria moved her mouth away from Clarke's breast and lowered herself down to join Melina and Natasha by Clarke's lower torso.
They pinned Clarke's legs down and spread them nice and wide.
Natasha, Melina and Maria shared a look, questioning who would partake in pleasing Clarke first.
Maria and Natasha shared a look of understanding, and Melina caught the look and smiled, nodding in understanding, pulling back, giving Natasha room to move in on Clarke's pussy.
Melina watched Natasha, pleased. She smirked. Natasha had known Clarke for much longer and had a far stronger bond with Clarke than any of them did.
Unlike Yelena, Melina didn't feel jealous about this.
If anything, she felt rather pleased for it.
She had never seen Natasha happier. And she saw how Natasha's presence effected Clarke. Clarke softened whenever she so much as laid her eyes on Natasha. Melina would like to think that she had a good portion of Clarke's heart. But all soulmate bonds aside, Natasha possessed Clarke's very soul, and Melina, Yelena and Maria all knew that.
Natasha gently nipped Clarke's left inner thigh, making her gasp and lift her head, looking down at where Natasha lurked, watching Natasha watch her. Natasha smirked playfully at Clarke. "Are you ready, palevyy?"
Clarke shivered and nodded. Melina knew that Clarke didn't understand why Natasha would call her "fawn," which was what that word that Natasha had just said, but Melina understood. Clarke didn't believe herself to be soft or gentle or tender. But she was.
And far kinder than she realized.
So, the name fit, even if Clarke didn't believe that to be the case.
After Clarke nodded, Natasha ducked her head forward and slid her tongue out, burying it all the way into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke stiffened up almost instantly and threw her head back against the pillow, crying out.
Melina smiled hungrily, watching. She leaned forward and her tongue slipped out, licking along the length of Clarke's clit.
Clarke thrashed against the bed, her hips being held still by all three Maria, Melina and Natasha firmly.
Maria reached between Clarke's legs when Melina moved her mouth away, and Maria stroked her index finger along Clarke's clit, causing Clarke to scream as her eyes clenched shut.