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Lighting the wick
Two years since Clarke had first gotten into a relationship with her many mates.
She was surprised that it was that long since then.
But she couldn't say she was unhappy, just that it was a lot to process.
Clarke sat on a stone ledge of a building, peering out at the city life below, the night sky clouded over and pierced with many skyscrapers-a good many of those skyscrapers damaged from the years of war and lack of upkeep.
Cities still existed, despite all the tribes and most damaged buildings never actually being mended.
Annapolis, now called "Polis," the capital of the tribes-Clarke had no idea how that logic worked, still had more than a few skyscrapers, the main one used as where the commander had her meetings.
But there were other cities with still existing skyscrapers, even though no one bothered to try to repair them.
Clarke was honestly surprised that any skyscraper was still standing in the United States, after all the radiation, lack of upkeep, bombs, alien invasions, among a lot of other catastrophes.
But she was here, and it was soothing to sit here, thinking about things.
There were several communities that still used automobiles, and she saw them driving down below.
There was a lot on her mind and watching the cars drive by was oddly comforting.
Clarke thought a lot about her mates. Her romantic partner soulmates.
All of them.
She had counted her soulmate marks over a thousand times throughout her life.
And that included her romantic partner soulmate marks.
In all? She had thirty-five romantic partner soulmates.
She hadn't thought that that was possible.
But that was how it was.
They were all in her life now, and they made her happier than she could ever imagine. She tried to do the same for them, however, she would be in no way surprised, should it turn out that she was not able to make them happy.
They insisted that she did, but she had doubts about that.
How could someone like her make them happy?
She wanted to very much make them happy, but it didn't seem possible with her history and habits of destroying everything around her.
But there it was. And all of her mates enflamed a desire in her she hadn't thought possible.
They had "lit her wick," in a way and that wasn't just a sexual euphemism.
It was emotional, as well.
But oh, it certainly was sexual too.
How would Clarke even be able to start describing what her mates made her feel emotionally or sexually?
How Diana would tie her up with her lasso, and press one end of the rope around Clarke's cunt, tie it there, so that Clarke was stimulated by the rope pressing against her clit, and only when Clarke was begging helplessly for pleasure, not able to lie about what she wanted, only then would Diana pull at the rope and make the rope rub harder against Clarke's clit, making Clarke cum many times.
How Natasha, Wanda, Maria, Peggy, Yelena, Melina, Dinah and Helena would hold her between them, groping her and caressing her, each prepared with a lubricated strap-on on them, each of them ready to take turns penetrating her, the moment Clarke got so turned on that she began to beg for their cocks.
How Kara would hold her on the couch while they were watching TV and have Clarke ride the strap-on she had, keeping Clarke's arms tied, and raising Clarke up by her waist, then bringing Clarke back down on the strap, making Clarke ride her, listening to Clarke's moans.
How whenever she and Mari were in the woods together, and both of them were feeling in the mood, which they always did when they were together, Mari would pin Clarke to the ground under them and bite and nip and suck at Clarke's neck, until Clarke was begging for her mommy to fuck her, and Mari would grin, catlike, happy to oblige.
How Artemis and Pepper would tie her down and take turns eating Clarke out until the younger woman passed out.
How Jessica and Elektra would hold her between them on Jessica's bed and finger Clarke as she moaned between them, Jessica's fingers and Elektra's fingers entering her at the same time.
There was always a way for her to get out of the positions she was put in. As long as she had a safe word at her disposal.
And her mates would never do anything unless they got the "green" signal.
Clarke smiled at the thought. Though she was usually ready to do anything, she knew her mates would never do anything without her permission.
She looked out over the city and knew that her mates were out there, ready to come back to the Stark Tower, since they had suggested dinner with her there and Clarke got up from the ledge, ready to lift off and join them.
One of her many abilities; she could fly.
She'd be joining them soon.
She had never believed for a moment, after everything that had happened to her, that she would be welcomed with open arms by such dominant and loving women. But that was what had happened.
And she was nothing but grateful for them.
Author's note:
As said in the summary, this is a direct sequel to "Only if you want us to." And I will be writing a longer fic that is supposed to be the third and last part of the trilogy.