Ever since she had been cursed Sif had been blessed with a number of sex slaves with phenomenal blow job skills, but none of them showed as much skill and enthusiasm as Darcy Lewis. Of course, Darcy wasn't her sex slave, yet, Sif desperately trying to remember to give this girl a chance to escape before she enslaved her completely, but it was just so hard.
Darcy was so beautiful, and clearly a twisted little slut without any training necessary, Sif having no doubt that one of the reasons Darcy was so enthusiastic about sucking her strap-on was it had just pounded the deepest depths of Jane Foster's ass, the curvaceous woman only too happy to clean the dildo which Sif had used to take the anal cherry of her boss/friend/obvious crush.
Sif wasn't sure how long she just stood there getting her cock thoroughly cleaned, but it was much longer than necessary. Although in that moment Sif struggled to believe anyone could blame her, as even the straightest woman in the galaxy would be fascinated by the way Darcy took such a massive dildo down her throat with what seemed like relative ease, while only a few feet away Jane's most likely unconscious body was still shaking and her ass hole was still gaped from the hellacious pounding it had taken.
Sif was certainly fascinated by the sight, however there was a lot more she wanted to do to Darcy Lewis so at some point she found the strength to bend down, grab the other brunette's head and gently yet firmly pulled her mouth away from her cock.
Briefly Darcy tried to resist, but she barely opened her mouth before Sif gave a passionate kiss before breaking it into and telling her, "Listen to me very carefully Lady Darcy. You're under a spell, and the more we touch the more you become consumed by it. It may already be too late, and for that I am sorry, but I saw the way you looked at me and Lady Jane and thought you would not object to becoming one of my slaves."
"I don't." Darcy quickly replied, "Oh my God, you're so beautiful. I want to be yours, please? I promise I'll be a good slave and do anything you want!"
"Are you sure?" Sif grinned, believing she already knew the answer, "I will collar you. Brand you. Require you to have sex with many, many beautiful women, including your boss. And above all else, I will butt fuck you. Oh yes, I will take your big fat glorious ass and pound it day and night. Do you understand?"
"God yes, please, please make me your slut!" Darcy pleaded, "I love women! I love anal! I love you! I mean, I want to love you. I, I'll do anything you want. Please let me be your anal loving lesbian whore!"
From the way Darcy was speaking Sif doubted that the little servant understood exactly what she was signing up for, and she did feel a little guilty about that. However the enthusiasm of Darcy's confession, the lack of hesitation, the way she had shamelessly watched and even fingered herself to the sight of Sif enslaving Jane made it was clear to Sif that Darcy would love becoming her slave, the girl's last confession not merely a product of Lorelai's sorcery but a reflection of how the busty brunette really felt, albeit perhaps with the volume turned up.
So Sif felt no hesitance about kissing the other girl and then pulling her strap-on down to her knees, straightening up and then pulling Darcy by the hair into her cunt.
While doing that Sif told her latest conquest, "In that case, allow me to welcome you into my collection by giving you a gift ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss!"
Sif plan to say more but she completely lost her train of thought when Darcy started eagerly lapping away at her cunt the second she was in position, the other brunette's lack of hesitation yet further proof that Darcy was an excellent candidate for Sif's collection.
In fact just from those first few licks Darcy Lewis proved that she just might have been born to be a slave of Sif, the busty Midgardian already racing to the top of the Asgardian's list of favourite cunt lappers.
Darcy had wanted to fall to her knees and eat this woman's pussy the second she saw her. She loved dominant women, and this woman seemed just to ooz dominance. Sif claimed some species considered her people to be Gods, and in Darcy's mind there was no mistake.
Sif had to be a goddess. She had thought that the moment she saw her, and the moment she tasted her pussy Darcy knew she would violently disagree with anyone who tried to argue otherwise. For now of course she would ignore thoughts of blasphemers in favour of concentrating on what was important, namely worshipping her new goddess.
Luckily Darcy had made an early start in her college experimentation phase, fucking her best friend in high school so by the time she got to college she was fucking practically every hot person insight.
If she hadn't known she was bisexual by the end of that then meeting Jane Foster confirmed it, although Sif may just turn her into a total lesbo, because damn, this woman was beautiful. And her taste, oh Darcy could write thousands of papers on this taste, get each and every one of them published, and yet still not be able to do justice to it.
The point to all this was that Darcy had plenty of experience being on her knees eating pussy and she used every trick she knew to try and please this goddess of a woman.
At first that just meant lingering on Sif's clit with every swipe of her tongue, but soon the lingering included several flicks of her tongue and even taking that sensitive bundle of nerves into her mouth for a gentle sucking. Then she was teasing Sif's entrance, then as that earned her the clearly stronger brunette's hand stroking her hair Darcy pushed her tongue deep as it would go into Sif's pussy and began fucking her with it.
Darcy also made sure to wrap her lips around Sif's entrance as firmly as she could to ensure at least the majority of the wonderful liquid flowing out of the taller woman's body ended up in her stomach where it belonged, although a lot ended up covering her face.
