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Warnings for rape
Safe haven moments: Riding her steeds
Life here in the demon world was just as wonderful as Clarke was promised that it would be. She admittedly had gotten used to...her mates' way of showing her love. But she always actually enjoyed what they did. They knew how to pleasure her.
Clarke was at the edge of the waterfalls near her kingdom, when she saw several children running about near the castle.
The parents with the children saw Clarke, and bowed to her, smiling, then moving their children to the village.
Clarke knew that she should head back to the castle, since her mates were going to be having dinner soon.
She knew also that her chances of being forced on sexually, were rather high if she decided to go into the castle and join her mates for dinner.
Still, she had no intention of not joining them, so, she headed down the path, to the castle.
She went through the gates, receiving bows from the guards at all the doors, and she nodded to them, hearing their thoughts about how much they adored her and thought about putting their mouths on her cunt.
Clarke had learned to not think too much about these thoughts.
Things were a lot different here in the demon world than they were in the human world. Any hunger from the guards regarding Clarke, was from desire to please her. It came from devotion.
Clarke moved through the massive hallways, down to where the main hall was.
The hall was huge. The floors covered in fancy rugs, chandeliers hanging and all lit up.
There were long tables all over the hall, where people were seated.
The several chairs up ahead, had people on them. These were Clarke's mates.
Even before Clarke reached the steps going up to her mates' thrones, Clarke could hear her mates' newest fantasy.
About her going up onto the table and sitting on each of their faces, and sitting each of the faces of their servants.
Clarke shivered when she almost reached those steps. Over time, she had come to learn when something her mates pictured doing to her, would be something they would save for later, and something they were planning on doing soon.
What Clarke saw in her minds? They were planning on doing it now.
Clarke swallowed as she said mentally, (Wait till I've eaten and drunk something, loves.)
(Of course,) Diana thought to her, smiling seductively at her.
Clarke knew better than to trust those sly smirks as they watched her, as she walked up to the thrones and sat down into one the middle thrones.
Platters of food were brought forward to the queens. Clarke thanked these servants, ignoring their lecherous thoughts towards her and ate.
When Clarke had drank a great deal of water, juice and food, that was when the…action happened, as Clarke knew it would.
Natasha, Yelena and Melina got up from their thrones and Yelena said, smirking at Clarke, "We can bring you over to the tables ourselves, or the ropes will, baby girl."
Clarke understood the implication. Either Clarke could go to one of the tables willingly for when she was to begin to ride faces, or she could be carried there against her will.
Clarke sighed as she got up from the throne and went over down to where the table was.
Watching her hungrily, all of the servants moved out of the way, many of them eagerly, almost with an urgency, clearing the platters, bowls, silverware and chalices out of the way, allowing her to get up onto the table and to begin to undress.
"Me first!" one servant, one who Clarke knew very well had a thing for her, Sif, got up onto the table, lying down on her back, ready for Clarke to straddle her face.
When Clarke's pants off, and only her pants, shoes, socks and underwear, she carefully went over to where Sif was and straddled Sif's face, lowering herself down onto the older demon woman.
There was a very soft light lilac colored tablecloth beneath Sif, so, Clarke's knees were cushioned. Not that her mates would have allowed anything else.
Before Clarke's cunt came into contact with Sif's mouth, Clarke gasped when she felt Sif's hands go to her waist and drag her body right down to the black-haired woman's mouth.
The blonde screamed as Sif began to lick at her ruthlessly.
She knew she was in for a long ride.
She could hear all the thoughts from all the others, as Sif thrust her tongue up into Clarke and Clarke was unable to stop herself from grinding her hips forward.
Her mates and all of the servants planned on licking her until she came into their mouths.
Clarke's mind was flooded with these perverted thoughts, making the pleasure more extreme as she started riding Sif harder.
She soon screamed as she came against Sif's mouth, riding Sif's face hard, crying out at the moans against her pussy.
"Me next," Jane said, getting up onto the table, and allowing Sif to push Clarke's legs away and move off of the table, allowing Jane to lie down under Clarke's cunt and lower Clarke down, ignoring Clarke whimpering for them to slow down.
As soon as Clarke's cunt was on Jane's mouth, and Jane began to suck at Clarke's clit, the blonde demon woman arched and screamed, riding Jane's face hard against her will.
Her hands were free and splayed against the table, but the moment she tried to push Jane away, she knew her arms would be restrained.
Clarke's mates stood up from their thrones and made their way down the steps to the table, licking their lips.
"As much as we're happy that Clarke is being shown true devotion by our servants," Mari commented, smirking, "I do believe it's time we show her some devotion, as well," she nodded to the other servants who all appeared disappointed, their thoughts even more disappointed, "I'm sorry to interrupt. You all will get your turns soon. But as Clarke's wives, we get to pleasure her first."
The other servants; Christine, Peggy, Zatanna, Artemis, Stephen, and several others all nodded, but looked very put out.
"Don't worry," Wanda assured them as Clarke screamed and came into Jane's mouth, "You'll get your turns."
Jane pushed Clarke's thighs up and removed herself from under Clarke.
When Clarke's mind began to clear up after that, she began to hear the thoughts coming from her mates.
She gasped, as she tried to remove herself from the table, clearly too overstimulated to do anything willingly.
Several of Clarke's mates laughed as the ropes shot out of the ground, wrapping themselves around Clarke's body, tying around her waist and tying her arms behind her back and tying her legs open. Another couple of ropes bound her throat and tied into her ass crack, securing her there, the end of that rope secured around her ankles.
The last of the ropes, tied around her mouth, gagging her, as she was in a position now, very similar to the one she was put in, the first time she and her mates had ever met.
Clarke squirmed but couldn't get away.
The ropes were bound around her breasts, too, keeping her stimulated.
"Perfect," Melina purred, "All nice and open. Now she's just ready for her mommies to put their heads between her legs and give her a loving kiss."
Clarke moaned and struggled against the ropes, but as always, to no avail.
Melina and Carol looked at each other and grinned and got up onto the table, lying down and forcing Clarke's legs over their faces, Clarke straddling them both now, and Melina and Carol both moved their heads closer.
Melina licked along Clarke's clit and Carol's tongue thrust right into Clarke, lashing against Clarke's vaginal walls.
Clarke's muffled screams hit the ropes against her mouth as she was forced to ride Melina and Carol's faces.
She heard mental coos from Melina, about how good she was to scream for her mommies, as she rode Melina and Carol's faces.
(Yes, malyshka,) Natasha thought to Clarke, smirking with hunger, (Ride your steeds. You will ride each of us, and then the faces of your other servants. You will ride until you pass out. You will know your mommies' devotion until you pass out, our gentle and beautiful queen.)
Clarke screamed as she felt the newest climax begin to assault her, just when Natasha said that and all she could do, was close her eyes and ride, just like she was ordered to.