Sif’s Maiden

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Sif turns up on Darcy's doorstep.
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Author's note:

Takes place after the first Thor movie.

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By this point, Darcy was almost completely unfazed by Asgardians turning up on her doorstep.

Mostly it was Thor with a huge grin on his face, picking her up like she was weightless and squeezing her so hard she was sure he cracked a rib every time. The first couple of times it had been because he couldn't find Jane, but they had built a certain rapport which led to more social visits.

It was the same story with Thor's buddies the Warriors Three, except replace looking for Jane with looking for Thor and they were even worse when it came to eating her food. At least when Thor left there was usually something left in her home, when his friends left she immediately had to go grocery shopping which was a pain in the ass.

Then there were less frequent visitors like that big muscular black guy and even Thor's parents dropped by one time. Then there were the crazy sociopaths looking to kidnap her and/or Jane, something which happened way too often. Then there was that time Loki dropped by, literally because he just wanted to know why other Asgardians found her so fascinating. Weirdly enough Darcy had actually enjoyed talking to him, right up until Thor showed up to kick his ass. Not that Darcy had complained, although she had to admit if he wasn't a unpredictable murderous psychopath Loki might actually make a good BFF.

Of course the visits Darcy looked forward to the most were from Sif. Why? Because while occasionally Sif would also show up at her door looking for Thor mostly the goddess of war would just fuck her.

There wasn't really any small talk, or talk of any kind, Sif remaining silent from the moment she slammed Darcy up against a wall close to her front door to the moment Sif would leave Darcy's unconscious and well fucked body lying in her bed, or sometimes on the floor. It had been like that from the very first time and each time Darcy promised herself she would try and ask what was going on with them and so far she had always chickened out. Or she had managed to stumble out some barely incoherent or vague comment and Sif had either ignored her or didn't hear her. Which was unacceptable for a bad ass like Darcy, so when she once again opened her door to find Sif standing on her doorstep she immediately opened her mouth to ask one of the many questions which had been clattering around inside her head for months now.

At first it didn't go so well, Sif pulling Darcy into her strong arms and kissing her roughly in the traditional greeting which made Darcy's brain melt. However once Darcy was pressed against the wall again Sif took a few seconds to kiss her neck. That was all Darcy needed, "S, so, am... am I your concubine or something?"

Sif frowned upon hearing this statement, pulled back and looked Darcy in the eye, "Huh?"

"Me... am I... I mean, what is... THIS!" Darcy said, flailing her arms in a way which was meant to emphasise her point but pretty much failing miserably.

"You... do not like the things we have been doing?" Sif asked, somehow managing to sound uncertain which blew Darcy's mind.

"No, I like them, I like them a lot, it's just..." Darcy paused for a moment, struggling to find the words, "Look, I hate to be that girl, the one who's all like, clingy and needy, and I'm not, I swear, I just... I like to know where I stand is all. So if this is just a booty call, no worries. I'm more than down for casual fun. But if this is you like, claiming me as one of your wives or something we should probably set some ground rules or something."

Sif blushed. She fucking blushed! There was a goddess blushing in Darcy's hallway, and it was actually really cute.

Darcy had been overcome by Sif's beauty since the moment she saw her, but she never imagined she'd ever think of this goddess as cute. Yet right now that term seem to be the perfect fit. Not that she would dare say that out loud.

After a few moments of silence Darcy nervously asked, "Do you even have booty calls where you come from?"

"I do not know what this 'booty calls' is." Sif confessed after more silence, "But, in my world, I am considered... unusual. My desires are not normal. Some would even call them obscene. Others, like Thor, are more open-minded. I believed you were such, but if I have made a mistake I am truly, truly sorry and-"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm totally open-minded. That's not what I'm saying." Darcy swore, and then when Sif looked like she was going to ask her what she meant she finally came up with an idea to make the powerful Asgardian understand, "I'm saying are we together now like Thor and Jane are together, or are we just having really, really good sex?"

Sif's eyes seemed to shine in the dim light, "Are you saying you wish to be my maiden?"

"If maiden means girlfriend, yes." Darcy answered honestly, before backtracking, "But only if that's what you want."

Sif smiled happily, "Yes. Yes, that would be most... awesome."

Darcy grinned at Sif using her terminology, "Good. Great. Good talk."

The hungry look in Sif's eyes had Darcy trailing off, the warrior woman huskily asking, "May I bed you now?"

"Oh God yes." Darcy immediately replied, momentarily questioning her choice of words before the goddess kissed her again, those powerful lips quickly making the busty brunette lose her train of thought.

Meanwhile Sif's mind was buzzing from this little exchange, replaying over and over in her head the moment that Darcy agreed to be her maiden. Or girlfriend, as she had put it, Sif briefly wondering if this was a term all mortals used on each other. Did this mean Thor was Jane's girlfriend? Sif smiled at the idea, quickly realising her mistake. Although it wasn't as unforgivable a mistake as wasting precious time she could be bedding her maiden, Sif picking Darcy up by that big luscious ass of hers and carrying her into the bedroom.

Once there she gently laid Darcy down on the bed and mounted her, all the while never breaking the passionate lip lock between them. Along the way Sif had pushed her tongue into Darcy's mouth, the Midgardian female welcoming the invader with her own tongue which instantly surrendered to Sif and was happily used as the spoils of war.

Sif continued to dominate Darcy's tongue for quite a while once they reached the bed, the Asgardian using her war weary callous hands as delicately as she could on the weaker woman's body, at first deliberately avoiding where she wanted to touch most, before finally allowing herself to do so. That mostly involved cupping Darcy's enormous breasts, Sif struggling not to turn into a wild woman the second she touched those wonderfully feminine curves. It was not long after that Sif was moving her mouth lower, the warrior forcing herself to spend some time on Darcy's neck before moving to the real prize.

Over the course of her many adventures with Thor, the Warriors three, and even by herself Sif had encountered many enchanting creatures, but none were quite so curvy as Darcy Lewis. Honestly it baffled Sif that the mortals, and Darcy especially, insisted her and her kin were Gods, went to her the true goddess lay sprawled out before her, Sif making swift work of her clothes so she could become lost in worshipping her goddess, something she always found tremendously easy, especially when Darcy's tits were involved.

For her part Darcy whimpered when Sif moved to her neck, and then louder when she gave a few gentle kisses down her body to her awesome rack. Then she arched her back when Sif wrapped her lips around her left nipple and gave it a gentle suck. Sif then did the same to Darcy's right nipple, then her left, and her right, and so on, and even though Darcy didn't arch her back every time she did loudly moan, groan and whimper in pleasure.

Ever since that fateful growth spurt Darcy had been living with two massive attention getters, attention which wasn't always welcome. That was why she often try to hide them in overly large sweatshirts, jumpers, coats and various baggy clothing, Darcy definitely preferring the cold weather so she could get away with that shit. However while it was a pain sometimes having huge tits had its advantages but the simple fact was all she needed to do was wear a slightly revealing shirt and she would get a hell of an ego boost from virtually everyone looking at her.

While it was great to have men and women alike staring at her to have a goddess obsessed with her rack was such an ego trip Darcy could barely handle it. Nor could she handle just how good Sif was at worshipping her tits, the warrior woman using just enough pressure at exactly the right time for her boobs, caressing the large flesh around the nipples while of course concentrating on those little buds. Sif licked on them, sucked on them, and even bit lightly on them for what felt like an eternity, switching between fast and slow, gentle and rough, and something in between Darcy found it hard to describe, especially under the overwhelming circumstances.

Finally, after what was probably hours later, Sif kissed her way down her body, Darcy trembling as the other woman got close to where she wanted her the most. Again Sif made quick work of Darcy's clothes, the busty brunette happy that unlike the first few times the stronger woman was taking the time not to rip her clothes. Not that it wasn't hot in all, but as Darcy had explained to Sif she wasn't made of money, and... and Darcy totally lost her train of thought when she felt something wet sliding against her pussy lips, the busty mortal woman crying out joyfully as she suddenly became very, very distracted.

Like with any other delicacy she was treated to during her travels Sif took the time to savour it. Well, clearly there were times when she was just so hungry she would devour something without savouring it, or so horny that she would mount her prize and fuck it hard and deep, especially when she was also in a hurry, but those times were extremely rare, especially where Darcy Lewis was concerned.

Sif was really horny but she wasn't rushed for time and she fully intended to take her time meeting the delicacy which was Darcy's pussy, the warrior woman especially taking time on the first lick of that delightful treat. She started right at the bottom and worked her way up to the very top, then Sif pressed her tongue against Darcy's clit to make the other woman moan extra loudly. Then the next half a dozen slow licks Sif avoided touching that little bundle of nerves as she didn't want to get Darcy too worked up right away.

Of course it was inevitable that Darcy would be a little worked up, and it didn't take long for the loudmouthed brunette to find her voice again, "Mmmmmmm, fuck Sif, more! More! Give me more! Ooooooooooh fuck, give me more of your hot tongue! Aaaaaahhhhhh shit, fucking lick me! Lick my pussy. Please lick it. Please? I want you to lick my nasty little girl loving cunt! Lick it faster and harder and oooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk yeeeeesssssss, oh baby, that's it, lick my clit just like that, ohhhhhhhhh fuck more of that, and yeeeeeeesssssss, lick me faster too oooooooohhhhhhhhh fuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkk!"

Despite keeping her concentration firmly where it belonged Sif couldn't help but smile at Darcy's encouraging, if a little distracting words. The first time they'd had sex Darcy had been uncharacteristically quiet, Jane Foster's assistant later telling Sif that she found the whole process overwhelming. The second time she had been far more verbal, and since the third Darcy had been swearing worse than the most foulmouthed of warriors and Sif couldn't help but find it endearing. And more of a turn on than she could have guessed.

Still wanting to savour the treat in front of her and not simply yield to Darcy's requests, which often sounded like commands, Sif didn't immediately give her maiden what she desired right away. That didn't mean however she didn't do it, after all she wanted to please Darcy, Sif just chose to take her sweet time in doing it.

This of course frustrated Darcy no end, especially as Sif was by far the most patient lover she'd ever had. Jane was a close second, both the scientist and the warrior proving to be quite content with spending hours in between Darcy's thighs, but the difference was Jane made her cum more often while Sif made her cum harder. Darcy wasn't sure which she preferred, but if she was honest with herself next to these two thorough techniques any other pussy eating she had received paled in comparison so she tried not to complain too much when Jane or Sif took their time in having their way with her.

Naturally she was very grateful when they finally did pick up the pace, Jane normally concentrating on her pussy lips while Sif went straight for her clit. This time was no different, Sif's tongue beginning to linger on her clit at the end of each lick, eventually beginning to flick that sensitive bundle of nerves in a way which made Darcy's entire body tremble. After that Sif added sliding her tongue clockwise and anticlockwise around Darcy's pussy lips into the mix, and even teased the entrance to her love hole a few times, but the far stronger brunette's focus remained her clit.

Perhaps the best part was when Sif wrapped her lips around that super sensitive button, Darcy crying out at both the intense sensation of having a goddess beginning to suck on her clit and the ecstasy which was soon to come. Sif probably had the power to break bones with those deceptively soft lips and every time they wrapped around her clit Darcy couldn't help remember every single time those powerful lips had attacked her most sensitive spots until she was shaking in a violent orgasm.

It seemed this time would be no different, especially as soon after that Sif stretched her lips wide enough to cover Darcy's entire pussy, the other brunette continuing the gentle suction but gradually increasing it until the unpaid assistant was literally screaming with joy. She'd been mostly just moaning, groaning, whimpering and occasionally crying out before now, but these were literal screams. Screams which were at first incoherent and then gradually became crystal clear, at least for a little while.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, aaaaahhhhhh fuck, fuck me! Oh God Sif!" Darcy screamed as she tried to focus her words, "Ohhhhhhh, my goddess, oooooooh, my goddess, The Lady Sif, please make me cum. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh fuck, make me cum! Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum, ohhhhhhhhhh dear Gooooooddddddddd, please make me cum! Please make me cum! Please? Please! I need it so bad! I, mmmmmmm, I need you to tongue fuck me! I need you to fuck my dirty little cunt with your beautiful tongue so I can cum. Oooooooohhhhhhh God, oh goddess, oh Sif, fuck me! Fuck my nasty little mortal twat with your beautiful goddess tongue and make me cum in your heavenly mouth! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK!"

Complying with Darcy's wishes Sif slowly, ever so slowly, pressed her tongue against the entrance to her lover's womanhood and slowly slid as deeply into her as she could go. She then left her tongue all the way inside Darcy for a few seconds, Sif enjoying the feeling of having Darcy's inner walls spasming around her. Then she began slowly thrusting her tongue in and out of Darcy's pussy, literally fucking the weaker girl as she trembled like a leaf and sweated like a warrior charging into battle.

If Darcy was somewhat coherent before now her words were a series of gibberish and almost animalistic cries which made Sif feel very proud of herself. The almost violent thrashing around also made Sif feel proud of herself, although she held Darcy steady with these, only allowing the brunette the highly enjoyable act of rubbing her delicious cunt in her face which heightened the pleasure for the other girl and allowed a healthy amount of pussy cream to cover Sif's face.

Sif could pin Darcy to the soft bed beneath them with just her pinky finger if the other woman's frantic grinding ever became tiresome, but of course it never did, nor did it affect the warrior's performance. After all she had ridden far more ferocious and wild beasts than this, so it was almost nothing for Sif to keep her mouth fastened to Darcy's entrance and her tongue pounding in and out of the Midgardian's juicy pussy. If anything it made the act more exciting/sporting, which was unnecessary as Sif adored pleasuring women.

Perhaps Sif's favourite thing about it was the moment Darcy let out an extra high-pitched cry and her body tensed, a sign that the stronger woman was about to receive her reward for a job well done. Then Darcy went limp and the most heavenly flavour Sif had ever known flowed into her mouth, the Asgardian joyously swallowing the fruits of her labour before she returned to tongue fucking her maiden in order to receive the liquid she'd literally travelled from another world to receive again.

Darcy had learned long ago women gave the best head. Not all the men she'd been with were worthless in this department, and she often enjoyed what men had to offer, it was just there was no real substitute to a knowing female tongue. She had once boldly stated to Sif that she could imagine nothing greater in the universe, the goddess smiling and then showing Darcy that specifically there couldn't possibly be anything greater than Sif's devastatingly skilful tongue.

Sif wielded her tongue with the same deadly accuracy she wielded a blade, and when it was pounding and curling inside her what choice did Darcy have but to cum over, and over, and over again? Not that she would want a choice right now, Darcy very much happy to be tongue fucked into unconsciousness. Yet again. Which could result in anything from her waking up late tomorrow with half a dozen messages from Jane or being awoken by a few hard slaps to her ass to find herself tied up in a precarious position about to be fucked back into unconsciousness.

Whatever the result it was all but guaranteed Darcy would be late tomorrow and Jane would be mad. If she was lucky she would get a spanking, something far easier to take from her petite boss then her towering Asgardian lover, but it was more likely Darcy was going to have to sweet talk her way back into Jane's good graces. Luckily she had plenty of experience with that, amongst other things, Darcy's mind briefly filling with the way she could make up for her inevitable lateness tomorrow.

Then Sif added her fingers into the mix, pushing first one and then two battle hardened digits into Darcy's welcoming entrance and containing the same hard rhythm of her tongue. If that wasn't enough Sif returned to sucking on her clit, that combination ensuring Darcy became truly delirious, and then when the Asgardian started switching between the two the poor earthling came so hard and so frequently she was proven right about the becoming unconscious thing, although Darcy swore she slipped into it with the giant smile on her face.

It was some time before Sif had her fill of Darcy's delicious cream, and when she pulled away the warrior did receive some guilt for continuing past the point that her lover was conscious. Under other circumstances this would be unforgivable, but she had been reassured by Darcy that this kind of conduct was acceptable, at least as far as she was concerned, and it wasn't as if Sif was causing the other brunette any permanent damage.

Luckily for Sif it was hard to stay mad at herself when such a beauty was spread out before her, the proud warrior gazing at her sleeping conquest until she slowly began to wake, Darcy blinking her eyes open and then smiling, "Hi."

Sif smiled at this peculiar earth greeting and returned it, "Hi."

The word felt strange on her tongue, but instead of dwelling on it Sif mounted her maiden and pushed her tongue deep into Darcy's mouth. Darcy was quick to respond, massaging Sif's tongue with her own and even trying to engage it in battle, the proud warrior winning that battle even though she took it easy on her lover. Not that Darcy seem to be complaining. In fact she had confessed a desire to be dominated by the stronger woman, and that was exactly what Sif intended to do. In the most perverse way possible no less.

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