Warnings for people dying from arson-murder by arson, and mentions of verbal abuse.
The price of salvation: Chapter 6: Daddy
Clarke could feel heat traveling down between her legs as the kiss deepened between her and Frank.
Frank growled against her, after he got the shirt off over Clarke's head and tossed it to the floor, lowering her to the bed.
His shirt was still on and Clarke was gripping the fabric of it, as if trying to pull him closer somehow.
Frank lowered her to the bed, and lay down on top of her, between her legs, pulling back and beginning to kiss along her neck, biting.
Clarke gasped and Frank smiled, hearing the pleasure in the gasp.
He moved his hands to her breasts and began fondling them through her bra.
He took his mouth of her neck as he groaned against her, knowing she could feel the hardness under his pants pressing to her cunt, "Do you want me to take your bra off, baby?"
Clarke whimpered, "Yes, daddy."
Frank froze and his cock twitched, as if screaming to be buried inside Clarke's pussy immediately.
He lifted his head slightly so that he could look down at Clarke, and Clarke was looking at him as if she was trying to debate whether or not she should regret saying that just now, or if she should just go with it and give Frank a suggestive look.
Turned out, she didn't need to do either, because Frank easily maneuvered Clarke's bra off of her body, tossing it to the floor, then grabbed her wrists in his left hand, holding them above Clarke's head and lowered his head, his mouth suckling at Clarke's right nipple, his right hand squeezing Clarke's left breast.
Clarke moaned, leaning her head back, her eyes closing.
Frank released his hold on her left breast only to reach down and undo Clarke's pants, pulling them and Clarke's underwear down.
As soon as Clarke's underwear was down, Frank unfastened his mouth around Clarke's right nipple and mumbled, "Baby, can daddy fuck you with his fingers and his mouth?"
Clarke shivered and nodded. "Yes, daddy," she mumbled.
Frank chuckled, lowering his left hand, slowly and carefully pushing his right index finger into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke gasped again, arching, and Frank moaned, feeling how wet Clarke was. Seriously, it was like a fucking waterfall was ready to spill out of her.
He knew he needed to be careful, so he cautiously inserted a second finger, his middle finger into Clarke, making sure Clarke was adjusting to them both, before beginning to move them back and forth, stroking against her clit, then pressing his right thumb to Clarke's clit, flicking it.
Frank smirked as Clarke screamed and twisted under him, her head thrashing back and forth.
He straddled her legs, keeping them apart, then lowered his head as he kept his fingers inside Clarke, wrapping his mouth around Clarke's clit, and sucked.
Clarke's screams assaulted Frank's ears, making him chuckle, sending pleasurable vibrations through Clarke and she couldn't stop herself, she began rocking back and forth against his mouth and fingers.
Frank would open his mouth and lick fast at Clarke's clit, then stop, then start up again, sending Clarke close to the edge, then receding.
Finally, Clarke screamed, "Daddy, please!"
Frank smirked and sucked harder than before at Clarke's clit as he fucked his two fingers into Clarke, hard.
Clarke shrieked and arched stiffly, clenching around his fingers and coming all over them.
Clarke shook as she slowly came down from her climax, then Frank opened his mouth and removed his lips from Clarke's clit and maneuvered his right hand so that his palm was rubbing at Clarke's clit.
Clarke arched again and screamed as more fireworks hit her vision behind her closed eyes.
Her orgasm shot through her, as she clenched around Frank's fingers again.
Clarke panted helplessly, twisting, shaking as she slumped down against the bed.
Frank lifted his head, carefully pulling his fingers out and asked softly, "Again, baby girl?"
Clarke sweaty and shaky looked down at him, nodding, but added, "Can I put my mouth on you now, daddy?"
Frank tried not to groan, feeling his cock twitch again.
Fuck.
But that wasn't his plan. As much as he was sure he would enjoy her sucking him off, he wanted to make her feel good tonight. Tonight was mainly about her.
Clarke must have seen his hesitance, because she said, "Daddy, please?"
Frank gently let her hands go and moved back from Clarke's cunt, as Clarke pushed herself to sit up on the bed, and he sat down on his knees next to her, pulling away from her legs and undoing his pants, beginning to unzip them and open his boxers, pulling his cock out.
He felt Clarke's eyes on him as he did this.
Everything about this was wrong. He was sure of it. She was in her early twenties. He was old enough to be her father. Her literal daddy, not just her "daddy" by sexual title.
And again, what made it even more wrong was how turned on he was at that thought.
Worse, he was sure that Clarke would be excited at that thought too.
Clarke shifted closer, and looked up at him hopefully.
Frank nodded. "Go ahead, baby," he said quietly.
Clarke smiled.
She looked at Frank's cock. It was much thicker than Finn's. Finn's cock was long, but thin. This was a very thick cock.
She shifted closer and leaned down, taking the tip of his head into her mouth and began licking at it.
Frank groaned, eyes clenching shut, and he felt Clarke begin to take more of him into her mouth.
He made a quick decision, while his mind still could grasp rational thoughts; he would pull out of her mouth after his cock was lubricated with saliva, then he would flip her over onto her stomach and lift her hips, get ready to pound her.
When Clarke sucked at him pulling all of him into her mouth, adjusting a moment, then began to suck and lick, Frank almost lost control of his resolve, but at the last moment, before he could feel himself ready to cum, he pulled slowly out of her, placing his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from trying to reach up to hold him there, and stepped back.
When his cock was out of her mouth completely, Clarke gave him a slightly hurt look that made Frank's heart clench.
"It's alright, baby," he moaned quietly, "It's even better now that my cock is lubed up." He pulled Clarke's pants even more down, leaving her almost entirely bare.
Clarke's eyes widened with comprehension.
Then Frank moved fast.
He grabbed Clarke's waist and turned her, tossing her onto the bed, and onto her stomach, gripping her hips again and raising them.
Clarke looked over her left shoulder at him, startled, and felt him pressing the head of his cock against her vaginal entrance.
Clarke shivered with understanding.
He had only pulled out of her mouth, after he was sure that she had unwittingly lubed his cock up.
"You still have your implant in from the Ark, right?" Frank asked softly.
Clarke glanced at him, then nodded. She understood what he meant quickly. He wanted to make sure that she didn't need to worry about pregnancy. And she didn't. The implant she'd been given in the Ark was still there. It would keep her from getting pregnant.
Frank then said, "I can stop, if you want, baby."
Clarke snorted. What, having Frank balls deep in her would be too much? Sure, she appreciated his concern for her right to consent and her right to say 'no,' if she wanted to. But she was positive that she'd made it damn clear that she wanted him to fuck her.
"Daddy," she said, "Please, just fuck me with your cock-"
Frank obliged. He thrust in hard.
He pushed his cock in, first by the head, then pushed in more slowly. When Clarke groaned but then adjusted, he thrust in faster, his balls slapping against Clarke's ass.
He gripped her hips and after waiting for her to adjust, which she did, only then did he begin to rock back and forth.
Clarke whimpered, gripping the sheets of her bed.
Frank moaned, closing his eyes as he thrust his hips back and forth, thrusting back and forth into her.
She felt incredible.
So warm, so wet. It wasn't like Frank hadn't had sex before. He'd been married before and had two children with the woman who he had been married to. And even before that, given he was a military man and regarded as handsome, he'd had more than a few women happily take him to bed with them.
But Clarke? It felt like he was home, like he was deep inside a warm sun that didn't burn.
It was probably the soulmate connection, but still, that was how it felt.
He hoped he made her feel the same way.
His left hand reached from Clarke's right hip, to between her legs, and began to stroke her clit with his fingers.
Clarke screamed even louder than before and started twisting on the bed, as Frank thrust into her.
Soon, shouts of "daddy" were fired throughout the room, followed by grunts from her of "uhn-uhn-uhn-uhn."
Frank growled practically, as he felt Clarke's vaginal muscles contract around his cock, and he came, Clarke's pussy milking him as he arched, pounding into her, and Clarke leaned down, screaming into the mattress as she came on his cock and fingers.
She felt the warm stream of his ejaculation fill her, and she shivered at the feeling.
Finn had never made her feel like this.
Frank sagged against her, then righted himself up, still inside her as he mumbled, "Can I stay inside you, baby girl?"
Clarke chuckled weakly.
She nodded against the mattress.
"Yeah," she mumbled, "Sure. Can you hold me, daddy?"
"Course, baby girl," Frank mumbled, laying down carefully along with the young woman, who lay on her side on the bed and Frank lay behind her, keeping his cock inside her pussy, embracing her from behind, holding her close to his chest, as both Clarke and Frank lay their heads on the pillows, Clarke, panting slowly, staring at the wall tiredly, and Frank leaning against her, holding her, his cock still clasped in her cunt.
Occasionally, he'd give a small thrust and she'd moan, earning a wicked chuckle in her right ear from Frank.
In the control room upstairs, Clarke's other mates were trying not to drool.
The door that led to Clarke's room was thick, but not soundproof. And their cameras could pick up sound.
So, they heard Clarke's cries and screams well enough, along with Frank's groans and grunts.
"Fuck," Tony moaned, his pants very tight now.
"That's for sure," Jessica snorted, feeling heat between her legs.
"We can fuck her eventually," Pepper assured them, feeling her own nipples getting hard and feeling heat between her own legs, "But right now? She trusts only Frank sexually. Let's not expect her to just fall into bed with us, just because she was willing to sleep with Frank."
"Yeah, yeah," Pietro grumbled, tempted to go downstairs and go to Clarke's room, and beg Clarke to let him put his head between her legs and lick at her clit as Frank fucked her pussy.
"In the meantime?" Steve said, his pants very tight, "We should probably arrange to have the people we told Clarke would come here, to arrive soon. And to get rid of Abby, Kane, Thelonius Jaha and the others that have hurt Clarke."
Elektra smirked, for now, distracted from her perverted thoughts.
"Good point. We can send some of our underlings to fetch Callie and the rest of Clarke's friends. But some of us will go dispatch Abby and the others. I want to be one of the people that kills the people that hurt Clarke."
"So do I," Hela remarked, a growl in her voice.
"Alright," Pepper answered, "We'll get a number of people together to get rid of Abby, Kane, Thelonius Jaha, the Blake siblings, Raven, Jasper, Miller, Murphy and the others. But the deaths have to look like an accident."
"Fire," Peggy suggested, smirking, "We set them on fire, and it'll look like there was some malfunction of some tech that the Ark had and that they got trapped in while the fire was going."
Pepper's eyes widened.
"There's a thought," she admitted, "Okay, then. Let's start planning."
Soon, they had their two teams together.
The team that would be a "retrieval team," the team that would be sent to go get Callie Cartwig, Wells Jaha and some more of Clarke's friends.
The retrieval team was made up of their employees; Scott Lang, Hope van Dyne, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Quill, Eddie Brock, Anne Weying and Dan Lewis would be sent out.
And Thor's closest friends, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg, were going to be sent out with Elektra and Hela, to kill the people that had hurt Clarke in the past.
The thirteen of them went out of the fortress that was the tower, and left in their vehicles, to go to the Ark camp.
Finn had watched several of them leave and had looked at the others, hoping to get some answers.
Bruce quickly came up with a lie as he said, smiling, "Just dealing with some outside issues. Don't worry about it."
Bruce could tell that Finn did not believe him in the least, but Finn still chose not to say anything.
As Finn hung out in the room that Clarke's mates had designated for him, Clarke's other mates went back to watching the video feed.
It would be close to midnight, soon. And Frank and Clarke would likely be sleeping.
Still….
Several of them looked at each other.
They wanted to ask if they could make love to Clarke too, but they knew they'd have to wait. Clarke trusted only Frank right now. At least, in that way. They knew that they had better not push any boundaries than she had, not unless they wished to discard her trust easily.
What they had to do now? Was wait.
The vehicles moved across the landscape, away from the tower where Clarke and most of her mates were.
The several vehicles with the two teams, were on their way.
The next morning, in the Ark's camp, Callie Cartwig got ready for the day, but paused when she saw a light flashing on her computer console. Someone was trying to contact her.
Callie turned to the door to her bunk and locked it, then went to the computer console and switched it on, accepting the message.
Her eyes widened when she saw who it was on the screen.
She and Clarke's mates had been in contact for years now, through letters, however, they had graduated from letters, to actual video chats.
The faces she was looking at right now, on the screen, were the faces of Natasha Romanoff, Laura Barton, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers and Maria Hill.
"Hello, Callie," Steve said, "I imagine this is a surprise for you."
"To say the least," Callie admitted, "To what do I owe this pleasure? Are Clarke and Finn alright?"
She had already assumed that Finn had gone after Clarke, after no one was able to find him in the camp for the past two and a half days.
She'd been worried at first, but reassured herself and later Wells, when he had worried for Finn, that it was unlikely that any of Clarke's mates would hurt Finn, because they knew it would mean hurting Clarke in some way.
"They're fine, Callie," Laura assured the other woman, "And Clarke, of course, is doing fine. More than alright, in fact."
The slight smirk on Laura's face, made Callie apprehensive.
But she listened to what the others said next.
"There are people coming to your camp," Natasha then said, "Two teams that we've sent out. One of them is being sent to bring you, Wells, and the others that are Clarke's friends, the people who you identified in your letters, here, so that all of you and Clarke can live together here. The other team, is going to kill the people that you identified in your letters as having had hurt Clarke in the past."
Callie's eyes widened.
So, it looked like there was going to be bloodshed soon.
But she felt a slight smile on her face at the other thing they said.
She, Wells, Harper, Fox, Sterling, Monroe and Roma were going to be seeing Clarke and Finn soon.
"When will they get here?" She asked.
"They should be there by now," Clint said, "I'm guessing the commotion from what they do to Abby, Bellamy, Raven, Octavia and the others, will catch your attention."
Callie nodded. "I will need to go get Wells, Sterling, Monroe, Fox, Harper and Roma," she said.
Natasha nodded as she said, "Both teams know what you and the rest of Clarke's friends look like, and what the people that hurt Clarke, look like. They will know not to hurt you and to wait until you have everyone with you."
Callie stiffened, when she suddenly heard a scream outside.
That sounded like Abby.
Natasha, Sam, Clint, Laura, Steve and Maria must have heard, because Sam smirked as he said, "Sounds like the action's already started."
Callie looked at the door, where she heard the sound coming from.
She turned back to the screen as she said, "I'll have to hang up now. I'll go get the others and we'll be brought to where Clarke is. See you soon, I guess."
She received nods from the people on the screen and she switched off the console.
She then went out the door, following the sounds of the screams.
In the distance, she saw smoke billowing above one of the chambers of an Ark tunnel that had been salvaged to make Abby and Kane's main bunk.
Callie now heard several other screams.
At first, she couldn't recognize who was making the noises, because she had never heard these people make the screams before.
But she realized, with a smirk beginning to spread on her face, that it was Raven, Octavia, Bellamy, Miles, Jasper, Murphy, Thelonius, Kane, Dax, Drew, and Mbege.
They were burning alive in that chamber.
They were getting what they deserved.
Good.
Callie smirked, feeling a pleasure in her that she knew she never should feel, but couldn't help it.
She saw several vehicles in the distance, where several figures stood, putting away some containers that were gasoline containers and were most likely empty by now.
Callie moved quickly.
She would need to go find Wells, Roma, Fox, Harper, Monroe and Sterling soon.
Author's note
All six Wells, Fox, Sterling, Monroe, Harper and Roma are fine. They will join with Callie and be taken to Clarke and Finn at the tower, soon enough.