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Thursday Is Now Darcy's Day	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 8507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Thursday Is Now Darcy's Day
- 2-Enter Widow
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"The safe word is carrots," Natasha told Jane, once they were all alone.
"What?"
"Carrots. If you want to stop; carrots. Nod if you understand."
Jane nodded.
"Good."
Reaching up to her throat, Natasha undid the button that held her black collar shut. She opened up the flap of leather and under it was a shining metal zipper. Jane felt herself getting dizzy. She knew it wasn't much; usually Natasha walked around with the zipper undone to the collarbone just so she could breathe, and it'd actually been commented on for her to spend the morning with her costume done up to her neck. But Natasha was just so beautiful, all hard-edged perfection that any slight reveal made Jane feel like—what was the SHIELD term?—she'd been compromised.
"I've noticed you watching me," Natasha said, her tone mellow and even while she pulled the zipper slowly down. "Staring at me. Even the macho pigs here know better than to leer at me. But you're a civilian. You don't know any better."
"No, I mean, sorry…"
"Is that it, Jane? You don't know any better?" Her zipper had reached her breasts. It danced between them, and inside was all creamy flesh and wicked curves. "Or is it that you're a slut?"
"I, uh, never really thought about it…"
The zipper was done to Natasha's belt. Natasha kept speaking in a calm, relaxed monotone as her hands trailed back up her body. "I have. In my line of work, you need to get a good read on people. You need to know what they're thinking. You think about cunt, Jane. You think about cock."
"Doesn't everyone?"
Natasha pulled on one side of her costume. It didn't move like a paramilitary uniform. It moved like silk, flowing over her body until her left breast was in view, everything about it breathtaking. The way it stood high and proud, sloping to a vividly pink nipple that was big but not too big, the perfect cap for a perfect breast.
"Everyone doesn't work for SHIELD, Jane. I need to know that you can do your job. I need to know that you can follow orders. Kiss it."
"What?"
Natasha glared at her, annoyed. "I show you my breast and my nipple is hard, what do you think I want you to do with it? You're supposed to be smart, Dr. Foster. My life may depend on you being smart and here you are, gaping like a fish out of water."
"Oh, I… sorry."
"Don't apologize, fix it. Even a slut can have her uses, so long as she's not totally repressed."
With that encouragement in mind, Jane leaned down to Natasha's breast. Up close, it was even more unbelievable, seeming to float with every breath Natasha took. Jane brought up her hands to hold it, but couldn't bring herself to touch. Her fingers hovered there as she kissed the skin directly above the teat. Natasha's breath hitched in disapproval. Knowing she had displeased her, Jane moved lower, lightly kissing the flesh itself, always careful not to offend. Then she reached the nipple and it was just begging to be sucked. Jane took it into her mouth and swished it around her tongue, and for the first time heard Natasha make an involuntary sound, something like pleasure.
"I said kiss it, not suck it," Natasha breathed.
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"
"This is what comes from hiring sluts."
"I think you're right, Natasha." Jane laid her hand on the skin Natasha exposed, half-expecting it to end up broken off. When nothing happened, she moved it right, under the leather. "I think I am a slut." To Natasha's other breast. It felt warm and soft under cool, hard leather. She squeezed with her hand and sucked with her mouth.
Jane didn't know how long she spent feeling Natasha and tasting her, but she didn't even notice Thor approaching her until his familiarly callused hands were running over her body. Jane shuddered, clinging to Natasha as he squeezed her in just the right spots.
"Hey Thor," she said, turning back to him for a kiss. "I'm a slut."
"A filthy slut," Natasha added helpfully, tugging on Jane's hair. "She needs her clothes ripped off now."
"I believe I can oblige."
Jane gasped and panted, almost feeling faint, as Thor literally tore the clothes from her body, pants in one hand and blouse in the other, Natasha holding her still for it. In a heartbeat, Jane was left exposed for Thor, Natasha, and however many spy-cameras SHIELD had in the room. Fuck 'em,Jane thought. Hope you enjoy the show.
Thor kissed her and Natasha in turn, almost politely, before placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder and an arm around Jane's back to lower them both to the floor along with himself. Natasha and Jane ended up side by side, with Thor holding himself above Jane. He petted her face and hair as he kissed her, his large hands running lower over her body, like the tide going out, lapping at her neck and shoulders and chest. Jane arced her back as Natasha reached over and slipped a gloved hand between her legs, the cool leather so different from Thor's warm hands.
Jane soon found herself moaning uncontrollably, Natasha's hand efficiently at work on her sex, Thor passionately kissing her, seeming to feed on everything she gave him. Jane could feel herself getting closer, closer, her orgasm just within reach.
"Aren't we forgetting something?" Natasha asked, slowing her fingers to just a bored stroke of Jane's labia.
Jane felt her orgasm fading. She threw herself up against Thor, shoving her lips to his before drawing his face to her breasts, reaching down to rub furiously at her clit. But somehow, Natasha's solitary stirring of her cunt was just enough to distract her, to keep the climax at bay.
Without ever halting his feast on her breasts, Thor drew Mjolnir, reversed it in his hand, and planted it between Natasha's legs so the head was on the floor and the shaft laid against Natasha's sex, aimed up at her face. Natasha looked down at it with a priceless expression. Then Mjolnir started to vibrate.
Natasha shuddered in tune with it, but otherwise kept a neutral expression. Only the brisk smile that parted her lips every so often gave away the pleasure she was feeling. "I was referring to Jane," Natasha said, stifling a moan, "the slut."
Hearing Mjolnir's rumble and the little breathy gasps that Natasha worked so hard to conceal, Jane was again closing in on her precious orgasm. She had her legs wrapped around Thor, humping his armor as her fingers worked on opening his codpiece. She could feel him throbbing just inside it. Being fingered wasn't enough now. She wanted him inside her.
"Natasha tells it true." Thor grinned boldly. "You are a slattern."
Natasha's eyes were trying desperately to roll back in her head. "And slatterns like it up the ass. It's science."
Before Jane could protest that it was not, in fact, science, Thor was rolling her over so she was on top of Natasha, and the hammer. Natasha immediately locked her arms around Jane, pulling her close so the shaft was sandwiched between them. Jane was instantly overwhelmed. Just feeling Natasha's body against hers, sweaty, hot, and gorgeously curved, was too much. But feeling the hammer against her sex—a thousand fingers rubbing at her crotch—she had no idea how Natasha wasn't screaming her head off.
Natasha was, however, trying to wipe an airy smile off her face, letting out little coos that she tried desperately to crush between her gritted teeth. Jane had always suspected Natasha was a bit of a dominatrix, even though she'd had no real reason to think that. She just seemed way too comfortable in a leather catsuit.
Jane's weight on the hammer driving it, and its magical vibrations, deeper into her sex, Natasha finally just laid her head back and closed her eyes. She surrendered to the orgasm that had been pressed up against her for what seemed like hours. And she was planning on taking it peacefully, just another serene bit of business, except that Jane saw what she was doing and kissed her full on the mouth, fingers closed on her breast. It was too much, and Natasha moaned embarrassingly into Jane's tongue.
Jane giggled a bit as Natasha sat up, the motion only drawing the immovable hammer tighter to her crotch, letting its vibrations deeper into her. She gasped with pained intensity, lying back down to reduce the vibes to a more soothing level. And shooting Jane a bit of a death-glare for the smile on her face.
Natasha reached into her belt and brought out two vials. "Lubricant," she said, tossing one to Thor, who had watched patiently, quite enjoying the Midgard sport. Sex was common on Asgard, but far more private. "You know where it goes?"
"Aye," Thor said, upending the vial on his manhood. Jane looked back to enjoy the show and missed Natasha filling her own hand. Her first clue was Natasha's hands, leather hot with self-warming lube, slapping down on her ass.
Jane felt butterflies un-cocoon in her stomach as Natasha massaged her ass, giving Jane a few moments to get used to the idea before rimming Jane's hole. Jane hadn't used her ass for anything but the obvious since Don Blake (part of the reason they broke up; he pounded more ass than Liberace). And now, just Natasha's slim fingers seemed an enormous thing to have up there, let alone Thor.
Natasha, the master interrogator, must've sensed her unease. She lowered her voice and tapered off her touch, just running her finger over Jane like she was making music on a half-full glass. "This is gonna hurt a bit, but then it'll feel so good…"
She felt Thor, impossibly hard and unbelievably big, thump against her skin. Hand on his cock, he ran it over her slit, teased her ass, even brought it low enough for Natasha to feel. The assassin's poker face betrayed a touch of lust that the hammer capitalized on; like a crack in a dam, she quickly felt pleasure throbbing all through her body. She moaned again, shamelessly this time.
And while Jane delighted in what she was partially responsible for, Thor bore down on the resistance of her ass, its clenched tightness that pitifully tried to block him. Jane's legs coiled around Natasha's, her hips trying to escape the great force stretching her anus.
Natasha stroked Jane with two fingers, covering all of Jane's labia with her glove leather. "Focus on my fingers. I know it hurts, but my fingers don't hurt. My fingers are doing such nice things to you, Jane." And as she said it, she undulated her body against Jane, against the deliciously buzzing hammer between them, forcing Jane up to meet Thor's determined stroke.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh shit…" Jane said in a haze. She wished Darcy were here. Darcy had probably had anal sex a dozen times. She probably kept lube in her purse. She probably had some beads up there right now. “Let me get on my knees!”
Thor paused, his cock still heavy inside Jane as she got up on her hands and knees. With a heady sense of dread and anticipation, she felt his hands slap into place on her hips. Then, laughter booming from his mouth, he began pumping into her, each thrust throwing Jane back and forth over Natasha like she was grinding on the Russian. Jane finally dropped her head down, sinking her teeth into the collar of Natasha's leather uniform. She held onto it like a pitbull as Thor exploded into her.
Natasha added to the chaos, throwing her legs up around Jane's waist to hold her in place even as she acrobatically reached down to finger Jane's slit. Jane's eyes shut, her breaths coming in pinched howls through her makeshift gag. She only got a deep breath when she climaxed, Natasha rubbing her clit between her fingers like a lucky coin. Her jaw went slack, Thor went still buried inside her, and Jane sucked in air that tasted of sweat and sex and perfume. Thor signed the deal with a resounding slap on Jane's rump, the scientist tittering at the gesture.
"Again," Natasha said, stroking Jane with one finger again.
Thor had to hold off even as his cock stirred inside Jane. "You're sure?"
"She's only come once. We're all going to come. A lot more."
"Do it," Jane begged, trying to please both her lovers. "Cram my ass with cock! Fuck my ass!”
Natasha grinned, pleased with Jane's try-hard skankiness. "Are you my slut?" she asked, dipping her fingers to Jane's core. "My little Yankee slut?"
"Yes, yes…" Jane cooed as Natasha petted her hair with her other hand, clinically, toyingly, knowing exactly how good it felt.
"But doesn't Thor have his dick in you?" Natasha asked, now grabbing Jane's hair and pulling. "How are you not Thor's slut?"
Jane had Thor fucking her ass and the Black Widow fingering her. "I'm the Avengers' slut."
"Oh?" Natasha added more fingers. Jane's sex was no longer a respite from the pained pleasure of Thor's cock in her ass, it was another mixed blessing, hurting and helping as it was stretched hard and stretched fast. "Would you get down on your knees and suck off Nick Fury? Would you let Maria Hill fuck you with a strap-on? What about Hawkeye, he could use a good fuck. Could he ram you against the wall and have his way with you? He's so good at that, Jane." Natasha pulled out, giving Jane a second of relief before she started smacking Jane's pussy with the flat of her hand, actually making her bark out her pleasure like she was under hypnosis. "And Tony? Pepper? You know they're into some kinky shit. Can Pepper smack your ass with a hairbrush while Tony gets a footjob from you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Jane screamed between Natasha's ministrations. "Anything! Just so long as it feels this good!"
Natasha dug her fingers into Jane's sex, almost hard enough to hurt, the leather reaching deep up inside Jane—"Come. Come for me, come for Thor. Come and it'll feel so much better, I promise…"
Jane felt herself go, Natasha cooing to her, alternating between Russian and English, something that sounded like a nursery rhyme. She actually blanked out for a moment, or she didn't know how long, and when she came back to herself she could feel that smooth leather on her ass, holding her loins tightly against Natasha's, the hammer pushing pleasure into both of them. She looked into Natasha's eyes and saw a carnal satisfaction, a look of the cat that got the cream. Then Jane reached down and felt Natasha's sex. It was burning up. All she had to do was wiggle her finger and Natasha's head dropped to the right, yelping something in Russian that needed no translation.
For a long time after that—Jane was pretty sure Thor had pulled out of her, though he’d considerately fallen to the side of them so the pretty ladies wouldn’t be crushed by his bulk—she felt nothing but an aching openness below the waist and a general, giddy sleepiness. Natasha held onto her, not so much cuddling her as clutching her possessively, and Jane was so well-fucked that even all that sleek leather and deadly flesh felt comfortable. Years, half-lives, careers later she felt ever-so-slightly compelled to move by hearing Darcy’s voice.
“What'd I miss?” Darcy asked, dropping a bundle of papers to the floor (and, thankfully, shutting the door behind her. So practical, that Darcy).
Natasha spoke. She sounded a little spaced out, which meant she was so dazed she might as well have a concussion. “I think I'm a pagan now.”
Thor let out something that sounded like a giggle that’d been run through one of those Darth Vader vocalizers.
Darcy, for her part, hopped up and down as she took off her shoes. Those had to come off before she could take off her leggings. “Nobody move! I am going to lick everything off of everyone.”
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