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.
