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That time of the month…..
It wasn't easy pleasing a werewolf in heat.
It was just that time of the month.
When humans heard that, their minds instantly went to a period-things that happened where those born with a uterus, secreted blood during a few days of a month.
This was not an incorrect thing to thing, however, with werewolves there was an added complication.
Clarke Griffin was in heat. And she needed to be relieved.
Her many mates were happy to oblige. However, it certainly was a challenge completely satisfying her.
Already, they had happily fucked her eight times, and still, she wanted more.
Then again, werewolf stamina? And she was in heat? Was anyone surprised?
It was a good thing that all of Clarke's mates were werewolves too. Otherwise, they'd be tired out easily.
Here they were, in a grassy field, with a half-moon above them, as they fucked their mate's brains out.
No, werewolves did not need the light of a full moon to change into a werewolf. Nor were they susceptible to silver.
Those were just myths.
They weren't fully changed yet, anyway. Streaks of fur were on them, and their eyes had changed and their fangs and claws were out and their ears were pointed, but that was it.
Clarke's claws dug into the earth, growling, eyes yellow as she was on her hands and knees, pounded from behind by Barney, who had his hands securely on her waist as he thrust in and out of her cunt, hard.
Barney growled as well, eyes yellow as he thrust in and out of her, roaring.
Clarke snarled as she clenched around Barney and he groaned, pumping his hips much faster, feeling himself give way, and cum inside his mate, collapsing on top of her, against her rear as he spilled himself into her pussy.
After several seconds went by, Natasha growled, all but pushing Barney out of Clarke, "My turn now, Barton."
Barney growled at her, but moved away from Clarke, slipping his cock out of her and Natasha rolled Clarke onto her back in the grass, the younger werewolf's pale blonde hair fanning out under her as she lay there.
Clarke growled at Natasha, gnashing her fangs.
Natasha growled back, "Watch it, slut. You better remember to obey your daddy." She climbed on top of Clarke, and started grinding her bare pussy against Clarke's, rubbing them together as she leaned forward and bit hard into Clarke's neck, the act causing Clarke to buck harder into the redhead.
Natasha growled against Clarke as she rubbed her clit against Clarke's clit.
Clarke was one of the most powerful werewolves there was. From one of the stronger lines around.
And Natasha and all of Clarke's other mates, knew that Clarke hated that.
Clarke desperately wanted to be dominated. To be made to submit. To have her brains fucked out and made into a toy.
For her, it was exhausting being strong.
Her mates doing what they were doing now, was everything that Clarke wanted. And when she was in heat like this, Clarke tended to practically plead with them to go out to the woods with her and fuck her till she couldn't think any longer, repeatedly and nonstop.
Clarke groaned as she and Natasha came together, Natasha moaning against Clarke's neck, pulling her mouth away from Clarke's throat, kissing it as the bite marks quickly healed up.
Clarke moaned, her inner thighs becoming more and more slick with cum.
Natasha moved away from Clarke, and Bruce climbed on top of Clarke, thrusting into her immediately, causing Clarke to moan.
One after another, Clarke's mates had their way with Clarke, again and again and again.
As soon as Clarke had entered the part of the woods where their pack lived, Clarke's mates had been able to smell Clarke's overwhelming arousal-way stronger than it normally was, and they knew.
Clarke was in heat.
So, they gave Clarke what she needed, happily.
They knew it would take a few days before Clarke was totally satisfied, and that was fine with them.
Laying on his left side, black fur from his tail sticking out from his jeans, when he'd pulled them down before when he'd started to pound into Clarke, Frank smirked, watching Eddie and Dottie playing with Clarke, holding her between them, Eddie palming Clarke's clit, while Dottie massaged Clarke's breasts from behind, holding Clarke on her lap, cooing to Clarke that she was being so good for her "mommy" and "daddy."
Clarke was moaning and thrashing helplessly.
Dottie and Eddie weren't Clarke's mates, but they like many other werewolves who were in Clarke's pack, happily would fuck Clarke, if given the chance.
Frank snickered at the sight of Clarke being pleasured by Dottie and Eddie. Eddie would thrust his cock into her soon. Then Dottie would grind against her.
Either way? As soon as the two of them were finished, it was Frank's turn again.
Frank had already fucked Clarke eighteen times, but he was hard as fuck again already.
Watching Clarke getting railed over and over again, easily did that.
Clarke's other mates could attest to that. Wanda, Carol, Tony, Steve, Melina, Yelena and the others had already fucked her brains out multiple times, but were more than ready to go again.
Frank wanted her under him, crying out, "daddy," as he practically destroyed her, listening to her sob in pleasure as she helplessly bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts.
The others that wanted Clarke but weren't mated to her, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter, Hope, Peggy, Kate, Anne, Dan, Christine, Stephen, Bucky-they'd all had their fun.
They would most likely have their fun with her several more times before Clarke's time of the month was finished.
But Frank was next after Dottie and Eddie. He would accept nothing less.
It didn't take long. Eddie made Clarke cum by rubbing his palm against her clit, then he went to his knees and put his mouth against Clarke's cunt, careful with his fangs as he licked at her.
Clarke bucked against his mouth as she screamed and came again almost immediately.
Then Eddie stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and rammed into Clarke's cunt, rocking into her over and over again, grunting and later growling as Clarke moaned and growled.
He came inside Clarke hard and Clarke roared, humping him as she clenched around him.
Eddie pulled out and moved away, as Dottie laid Clarke down in the grass, climbed onto her and rubbed against Clarke's clit.
Clarke and Dottie both came, then Dottie crawled down and put her mouth on Clarke's cunt, making Clarke cum again and again.
Dottie pulled away, smirking as she licked her lips clean of the younger woman's cum.
Dottie moved away, watching enviously as Frank went to Clarke, clearly wishing that she was amongst Clarke's many mates.
Frank ignored her as he laid down on top of Clarke again, his knees holding Clarke's legs open as he grabbed her arms and pinned them down by her head, his cock going into her soaked hole easily.
Clarke cried out, as Frank went in, balls deep into her.
Frank's yellow eyes met Clarke's as he thrust deep into her.
Clarke arched off of the ground as she met his throats, gasping, fangs exposed.
Frank didn't have to look around him to know that Clarke's other mates were watching and ready to pounce as well.
Jessica and Elektra, if he knew the two of them, and he did, they would be up next, sharing Clarke like a plaything.
Frank pounded into Clarke, moving his hips back and then ramming them forward with brutal speed and tactic, making Clarke give out a loud noise that was a cross between a scream and a roar.
He could feel her arching more, and he laid his head between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat, as he groaned, surrounded by her incredible warmth and wetness.
"It's okay, baby girl," he groaned as he thrust in and out faster and faster, feeling her give way and cry out, clenching around him, "Daddy's got you," groaned coming hard, as she locked her arms around his back, claws raking down his back, making him wince but smile, watching the pleasure overtake her.
Clarke collapsed slightly, and he pulled out of her. She stared up at the night sky and whimpered, her arousal already stirring up again.
Frank chuckled, watching Jessica and Elektra's yellow eyes gleam as they pounced on Clarke, groping and stroking and suckling at her, making her moan.
Frank, stood back, already getting turned on again at the sight of Clarke being fucked, and he could smell the same with the others around him.
Natasha said, looking over the delicious sight, "This is not an easy job."
Frank snickered at Natasha's sarcasm, feeling his back heal up fast.
"Oh, we know," Scott said, going along with Natasha's act as his voice hinted that it was such a heavy endeavor to please Clarke, though he had a lecherous grin on his face too, "But someone's gotta do it."
They all snickered and listened and watched intently, as Clarke arched and screamed as Elektra and Jessica tended to her.