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.
