Prince Thor announced his betrothal to the Midgardian, Jane Foster. Not everyone in the kingdom had cared for the idea, but the people rejoiced in glee, when a seven day feast was proclaimed.
The day before the festivities began, Thor's guests arrived by Bifrost. The couple were reunited and the prince's friends were introduced. Sif had met and fought alongside with some of the Avengers, and was happy to see them again. As a (still) hidden lover of the female form, the warrior let her admiring gaze fall on the delightful creatures from Earth. The Black Widow, whom she bedded twice during a stay on Midgard, smiled at her knowingly when their eyes met amidst the small crowd of mighty heroes. Then, she grinned at the happy reunion between Jane Foster and her friend Thor. They were smiling and exchanging kisses in front of everyone, oblivious to the world around them. That's when she saw Her, the fragile looking Midgardian, Foster's companion.
She was wearing spectacles and a pullover that seemed twice too big for her frame. She had deep blue eyes and lips calling for sinful thoughts.
Sif was affected by such contradictions. She briefly met her years ago, when she went to help Thor against the Destroyer, but she was engaged in battle and didn't have time for lustful contemplations. How could she have ignored her then, though?
She let out an involuntary appreciation "Exquisite," heard only by Romanov, who let out a breathy laugh in turn.
"She's innocent, Sif. Never been taken by another woman." the spy told her.
"Not interested?" the Asgardian inquired back, the beginning of a growing concern felt heavy in her ribcage.
"Very, but I didn't wanted to start something before going on my next mission. She is not seeing anyone anymore, and I am rekindling an old flame." Natasha turned to face her completely and said with intent, "She is gorgeous and desperately in need to know real pleasure, something I know that has eluded her since her first fumblings with 'boys'. She told me so in a drunken confession. I almost proposed my services right there, but was called into action."
Sif imagined the possibilities - the picture the spy depicted was too tempting to pass.
"She is her own person and will decide if such thing could happen, but am I to presume you are ready to let go of such beauty, and not ask for anything in return? How odd."
Natasha smirked at the tall Asgardian and let her eyes follow Sif's neck.
"I want you to be happy and make little Darcy there happy. I like her...knowing you, you'll introduce her to different flavors of gratification... When she is ready for another player - if anything happens of course - I'm sure you'll think of little ol' me. My birthday's in six months from now, if you're thinking of a gift."
Sif frowned, "You think this hypothetical tryst will turn into something more? She only stays for the week and yes, I'd like to know that supple flesh intimately, but this much length in a relationship?" she scoffed, "Are you playing matchmaker when bored, Black Widow?"
The thought of wanting anyone more than a week seemed ludicrous to her. To be honest, Sif only had complicated, brief encounters with her lovers. To put it crudely, she loved to fuck women, but not being in love or some other nonsense. She knew lust and bodies. Matters of the heart were for children.
Everyone was walking towards the city and Natasha followed, patting Sif's arm in a very condescending way, as if the Midgardian assassin knew the threads of fate themselves. Then, the Asgardian waited for Darcy Lewis to fall into step with her.
"Good day, Lady Darcy." The lovely human took notice of the other woman, as they were now walking side by side, and answered the greeting. "Good day to you too, Lady Sif. How's space treating you since your last battle?"
Sif decided that she loved this coy voice and her teasing manner. She made sure the (much) younger woman noticed her admiring her form from head to toe. Darcy blushed and Sif licked her lips.
"I am well, although feeling much lonely; it seems everyone is going in pairs lately. What about you, dear child?"
"Oh, are we talking relationships now? Okay well...single lady" she showed her hand, flipped it and the pop culture reference flew right up Sif's head. Looking flushed from the failure of her joke, Darcy rearranged her glasses on her nose, "I ended my last err...association."
They looked up upon hearing the trumpets announcing the return of the Prince and his guests to the Palace. Sif could see how impressed and intimidated Darcy was. Her beautiful cobalt eyes were wide open, gaining a child-like quality.
"I hope you won't be too tired by your travel tonight and will join the banquet."
That seemed to stop the young Midgardian visual inquiries.
"Of course! Don't want to miss it." Sif smiled at her enthusiastic answer.
"Good. I will be the one escorting you to it, I will also be your guide during the duration of your stay." She felt utterly satisfied to see a slight blush coloring the voluptuous brown-haired girl, and when Darcy shyly nodded, Sif knew her underthings were wet in anticipation for the activities to come.
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When Sif came to knock on Darcy's assigned suite, she felt a mounting excitement she'd rarely known. But it was nothing compared to the sweet vision of the Midgardian woman wearing an Asgardian gown. The deep emerald dress was flowing around shapely legs, the strapless top that hugged an almost indecent amount of flesh complimented a pale beauty that was more ethereal than any stars. She was mouth-watering, thought the warrior.
"Wow! You knight ladies sure know how to clean up nice." Darcy was apparently impressed by what she saw too.
Sif was wearing a peach colored dress, very simply cut, but adorned with the finest jewels. She wasn't that much interested in fashion, though when she looked at Darcy, her throat felt like the driest lands in all of the nine realms.
"You are the most exquisite creature I've ever laid my eyes on, my lady. I fear, jealousy will be a common sentiment when you walk in by my side tonight."
This time, Darcy reddened more violently, than she previously did on the bridge. Sif could see the color travelling to the milky globes, calling out to her tongue. Later, she thought, you need to seduce that beautiful mortal, prepare her. She has obviously never tasted female flesh.
"Thank you, Sif. That's...well thank you." Darcy looked like she wanted to say something more but she decided against it.
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Sif could see, that the woman by her side enjoyed the party. She tasted all the foreign delicacies with aplomb, and when the fruit's juice was running down her chin and nibble fingers, Sif had to control herself not to lunge on the temptress, to lick it off her inviting body.
Darcy also enjoyed the stories of battles and heroics. Her laugh was contagious and deep. She was apparently not fond of alcohol, but had a taste of their mead, and decreed it was adequate for her to have some. She vibrated with life and joy, dancing and making her dress float with her movements. Sif alternated between grazing the inviting skin at any opportunity during the feast, caressing it while dancing, wiping those downright sexual lips anytime she took a sip of mead, and blowing hot air on her ears whenever possible - it was awfully noisy after all, she had to talk very close to the tiny temptress.
After three hours of torturous teasing, she could see the effects on the human. By Odin, how she wanted nothing more, than to apply her lips on the visible nipples calling her beneath that dress! If she didn't have this woman soon, she was ready to take her in front of the whole court.
When she saw Darcy taking another goblet, she removed it from her hand.
"You look flushed, my lady. Perhaps it is time for me to take you to your chambers? The royal couple left some time ago."
