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The most beautiful symphony in the world
Now, when Clarke had agreed to this, she wasn't entirely sure whether or not she'd regret it.
All of these people were her soulmates, so, it didn't stand to reason that she would regret it much.
Yet, she still felt nervous. She couldn't help it.
She cared about all of them. Loved them even, in a way.
But she was nervous.
So, when Natasha had made the suggestion that she watch with great enthusiasm, as Clarke was fucked by each of her mates, Clarke almost fell over, feeling like she should refuse, yet she didn't.
Clarke watched the expressions on not just Natasha's face, but on her other mates' faces, too.
She saw the hope there as they regarded her.
They hoped that she would let them.
Natasha added as she watched Clarke contemplate this, "We're going to make sure you have a safe word, as always. And as always, have the usual system."
Clarke nodded. She knew what Natasha meant.
If Clarke said "green," then that was permission for all of them to act. If she said, "yellow," that meant they needed to slow down and they needed to discuss why they needed to slow down. And if Clarke said "red," then that immediately meant everything was ended completely.
Clarke supposed she could get behind that. She had used that system before, and a safe word before, though she had never said anything before, except "green," when she had been with Natasha in bed.
She didn't doubt that Natasha suspected that Clarke would only say "green" tonight, as well.
Still, Clarke faced her mates and nodded. She said, "I want to. I'm ready, if all of you are."
The series of wide smiles she got in response, was the only answer she knew she needed.
That night, she was going to get the hell fucked out of her.
This was why she and her mates were all in Natasha's bedroom at the Stark Tower, and Clarke was naked, being held against Diana's chest, Diana holding her softly, Diana's right hand cupping the young woman's right breast and gently kneading the pale mound as Clarke groaned into Diana's neck.
Between Clarke's legs, were Dinah and Carol.
Carol was softly pumping her fingers in and out of Clarke, smirking as she watched Clarke cry out and arch, and Dinah was grinning, holding a pink vibrator against the younger woman's clit.
Clarke couldn't do anything except thrust her hips up to meet the vibrator and fingers' ministrations.
Diana leaned in and kissed Clarke, gulping down the blonde woman's screams.
Clarke came and clenched around Carol's fingers, and Clarke's scream into Diana's mouth became a sob.
From where Natasha was perched, on a seat just next to the bed, Natasha's green eyes observed with predatory delight, a hungry smile on her face as she watched Clarke being ravaged completely.
Diana's mouth released Clarke's and she gave Clarke room to breathe and time to say her safe word or one of the traffic colors.
Carol pulled her fingers out and Dinah pulled her vibrator from Clarke's clit, allowing the next two to gain access to Clarke's cunt.
Natasha snapped, "Diana!"
Diana nodded, not looking at the redhead, only smirking down at Clarke as the amazon princess said, to Clarke, pressing her forehead against the younger woman's, "Color, dearest one?"
Clarke was covered in sweat and panting, but she gasped out, "Green. Very green."
Natasha and Diana both snickered and several of Clarke's other mates laughed, not surprised.
"Well," Yelena said snorting, as she grinned, coming over, two fingers slowly pushing into Clarke's cunt, causing Clarke to gasp sharply and Diana held her, cradling her, "We heard our baby, didn't we?"
"We did," Shayera crooned, smirking dominantly, as Yelena started stroking her thumb against Clarke's clit and Clarke cried out again, again beginning to buck her hips up.
Natasha leaned back against the chair, watching with such satisfaction as her younger sister fingered Clarke, till Clarke came on Yelena's fingers, crying out.
As soon as Yelena pulled her fingers out, Yelena dove in, mouth against Clarke's cunt, tongue occasionally thrusting into Clarke's vaginal entrance, then occasionally swiping against Clarke's clit, making Clarke squirm and scream into the room.
It was only then that Diana lifted her head and she and Natasha shared a gaze.
They had wanted to all love Clarke like this, for so long. Clarke's fear of being intimate with all of them, due to trauma, had held her back, but not anymore.
And Diana and Natasha just watched and smirked as Clarke moaned, the pleasure being given to her a labor of love, and the cries she was releasing, a symphony, brought forth from that labor.
Diana looked back down at Clarke as Yelena ate the young woman out. She and Natasha both would agree that it was the most beautiful symphony in the world they were listening to right now.