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Spoils of War	By : razzaname Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 49627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I write a little ahead of what I publish, hopefully to speed up updates, this was the one the past hiatus took place over. There was originally going to be more to it, but it was taking a while to write so I instead focused on the next chapter. That one will be up soon, and has a few new fun bits.
Days in Asgard were filled with much the same entertainment, yet they lost none of their value. A near-endless castle to explore, an astounding view out the windows, and the company of strangers that were inevitably becoming intimate friends.
And, of course, the service of their Goddess. Hela used them each at least once a day, the length and depravity of the sessions varying with how much more she had to get done.
It was rare for her to use more than one at a time. Certainly it was not uncommon to watch or be watched, but for a third or fourth person to actively be involved seemed to be something Hela saved for special occasions.
But Hela had other things to do, both solidifying Asgard’s dominance over the Nine Realms, and expanding her dominion. The last few days she’d regularly left to a place Valkyrie called Xandar.
Only Valkyrie knew it; Hela had brought her with her on the departure. Hela was gone for much of the day when she was conquering, and Valkyrie seemed to be her favoured toy for use away from Asgard.
When they’d returned, Valkyrie had told a little of what she’d seen. She’d identified the world, and a few military and world leaders that Hela had asked to surrender, but she had little more experience than Hela working out her irritations with a sizable strap-on after those people were gone.
“Do you think she’ll collect other spoils?” Darcy had said.
“Doubtful,” Valkyrie said. “Not from that world. The heroes it has either aren’t present, or aren’t acceptable to her.”
“Pity,” Darcy said. “Would be fun to play with a few others.”
Jane rolled her eyes. Trust Darcy.
“What?” Darcy said, spotting her reaction. “Like you’re not thinking. Look at all of us, not like Hela doesn’t have good taste.”
More happened in Asgard than just the four of them hanging out. Despite Hela’s permission for them to ‘play’ with each other, not much had happened.
As much as Jane found herself enjoying her new status quo, it still felt odd.
They just naturally spent time together. The castle was huge, but only a few parts were interesting. The only other place they could go was outside, to Asgard proper, but then they’d have to wander around the public streets wearing nothing but Hela’s collars.
Jane had been a little surprised to find out she was the only one that hadn’t done it. The others weren’t regulars, mostly, but they had still been out there.
Valkyrie insisted she did it to show nothing Hela did would change her, while Sif was silent as to her motivation. More than any of them, though, Sif seemed to have become the most submissive. Maybe she enjoyed people seeing who she now belonged to.
Darcy had been the most cheerful talking about it. She’d never been shy about her chest, at any rate.
“I’ve heard… stories, about Hela,” Jane said, when she and Darcy were alone.
She’d reconciled it in her own mind, she knew how much easier it was to submit, but it felt wrong to not give her friend all the information. Darcy, meanwhile, shrugged.
“I know,” she said.
“What?” Jane said. “About…”
“How she took over Asgard? Yep,” Darcy said. “I heard it outside. They told me all about it. If you ask me I think they just wanted me to stick around.”
Jane’s gaze lingered on her friend. Well she couldn’t blame them.
“And you’re ok with it?” Jane said.
“Aren’t you?” Darcy said. “You’re still here.”
“I know,” Jane said. “I just wondered why you were.”
Darcy shrugged. “Best sex of my life,” she said. She glanced at Jane, and faltered. “Among other things. Besides, it’s not like we can fight some super-Asgardian, so why not have fun here?”
Typical Darcy. Jane chuckled, shifting a little.
Conversations were always weird here. The only one of them that had worn anything over the past few days was Valkyrie, and that was only because Hela liked to leave her Valkyrie uniform dishevelled.
Jane had expected to get used to the sight of her best friend in nothing but a collar, but like she’d expected to get used to wearing less, but apparently it hadn’t happened.
Every time she was in the room with Darcy her eyes were drawn down to-
“So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or should we just keep stewing?” Darcy said suddenly.
“I- what?” Jane said.
“You’re staring at my tits,” Darcy said, blunt.
“I- you want everyone to,” Jane said. “You walked through the town with them out.”
“I know,” Darcy said. “I wasn’t complaining, just pointing out that you seem pretty eager to.”
Jane looked away.
The town was a weird thought for her. She’d always been too self-conscious to leave the castle as she was, no matter how the others seemed happy to. Ok, it sent a thrill through her, but it was nothing she wanted to make real.
How did Darcy manage to seem so confident with nothing else on?
“And there’s that time I helped dp you,” Darcy said. “Remember?”
“Not easy to forget,” Jane said. She squeezed her legs together.
“And cleaned your strap-on,” Darcy added.
“I get it,” Jane said.
Ok. That elephant in the room.
They’d been together before, one time. It had been drunken, a one night thing born of too much alcohol. Somehow they’d gone from slurring, to making out, to stumbling into Darcy’s bedroom and letting their hands and fingers go to new places.
The memory itself was hazy, but nothing they’d done had compared to what their lives had become after meeting Hela.
Now, Jane had a crystal-clear memory of what it was like to look at Darcy as she came, and how Darcy looked when she frantically tried to get herself off.
“What are you asking?” Jane said. “If we should talk about it, if we should stop, if we should…”
“I was kinda hoping you’d say it,” Darcy said.
“You’re not going to be the frank one?” Jane said.
“Not if it means….”
Jane faltered. Right, they were friends. It wouldn’t be the same as if they tried to get a bit more relief from Sif or Valkyrie, even if either of them had done that. They knew each other, really knew each other.
“Do you want to-” Jane began, cut herself off, then hurried on. “Doyouwanttohavesex?”
It took a couple of seconds for Darcy to unpack that. She breathed in, hopeful.
“If you do-”
“…Kinda.”
“Then fuck yes,” Darcy said.
She half-fell forwards, body pressing against Jane just a few seconds before their lips met. Her hands quickly grabbed the back of Jane’s head, desperately holding her close.
Jane’s hands were the first to wander, sliding down Darcy’s sides. There was so much exposed skin, so much to explore.
She didn’t even need to touch any explicitly erogenous zones for Darcy to moan into her lips.
And then Darcy’s hands were lower too, taking Jane’s by the wrists to guide them up. Darcy broke the kiss to have the room to draw Jane’s hands inwards to her tits.
“There you go,” Darcy said. “Caught you looking, remember?”
“Holy fuck,” Jane whispered.
She squeezed, instinctively, before trying to be more skilful. Her fingertips skated inwards, brushing past a nipple. Jane stared, captivated.
Then she managed to tear her eyes away. Darcy was looking at her; her expression was almost smug.
“I want to go down on you,” Jane said at once.
“I- Well I’m not going to complain,” Darcy said.
“Hela wants me to practise,” Jane said. She hesitated. “Lie back.”
It took a few seconds for Darcy to obey. Even if they’d had a small talk about it, it was quite another experience to have her best friend be so close to…
Reluctantly, Jane lowered her hands. She watched as Darcy lowered herself to the ground, lying back. She posed, almost overly dramatic, offering herself up.
Jane took her time.
She wanted to savour this. Ok, she’d never really thought about Darcy in a sexual way, not before being thrust into it, but if she was going to change their friendship she wanted to remember every second.
Darcy wriggled, impatient. Unable to hold back a smile, Jane leant down.
She kissed Darcy again, felt the heat of her friend’s body, felt Darcy buck up, pressing her heated core against Jane’s leg. Fuck, it made her almost want to rush this.
Jane descended, slowly, moving from Darcy’s lip, to her neck, lingering at her chest. Her lips were never far away, her tongue always in contact with skin.
“Tease,” Darcy gasped.
Jane’s response was muffled, a nipple in her mouth. Still, eventually, she moved on lower. Her hands ran up Darcy’s legs, parting them ready long before she was there.
She moved lower still, until at long last her head was so very close to Darcy’s cunt. Her breath reached it, eliciting squirms.
Still savouring, Jane took a last look up her best friend’s body, seeing how flushed Darcy had gotten. Darcy shifted her head, looking down at her.
Then Jane felt a pair of hands on the back of her head, pushing her down. Vaguely amused be Darcy’s desperation, Jane relented.
And for the first time she tasted her best friend’s pussy.
Darcy was already wet from anticipation, the slightest flick of Jane’s tongue gave her plenty to taste. Jane closed her eyes, relishing it.
“You taste so good,” Jane said, still half-muffled by how Darcy kept her held there.
Ah well. She didn’t want to talk.
Jane let her impatience take over, tongue quickly sliding between Darcy’s lips. The sound of her friend moaning was heavenly.
It wasn’t something she thought she’d have wanted, but now she was here Jane couldn’t imagine doing anything else. She licked at Darcy’s cunt, tongue curling, immediately going to Darcy’s clit and circling around it.
She didn’t touch it, it quickly became apparently the proximity was enough for Darcy.
“Fuck,” Darcy moaned, hips bucking up. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you to do this to me.”
Darcy had thought about this?
Suddenly Jane couldn’t think of anything else. She did another circle with her tongue, keeping her hands on Darcy’s inner thighs, keeping her legs spread.
Just her tongue. She could do this with just her tongue.
“Tell me,” Jane said, breathless. She had pull her head back as hard as she can for her words to come out clearly despite Darcy’s grip.
She didn’t get a chance to see Darcy’s surprised grin, not that she wanted to. The taste of her cunt was more than enough.
Darcy groaned again, squirming.
“You want to know how long I thought about this?” Darcy said. “Ooh, fuck, those are some fun memories to think about.”
Jane gave a silent moan, the humming sending vibrations that made Darcy gasp again. Wordlessly, Jane tried to urge her on.
Darcy’s voice made the gap between her thighs all the wetter, the prospect of hearing what her best friend had gotten up to back when Jane had thought they were strictly platonic sending a thrill through her.
Honestly, she couldn’t stop thinking of Hela. Hela had quite a fondness for telling stories as they fucked, or rather as she used Jane, making her imagine all manner of degradation or future experience.
Even though everything about being with Hela was amazing, those stayed in her mind. They were so vivid when Hela spoke, almost real.
“First one was the first time we met,” Darcy said. “As soon as I saw you working I wanted to. When I got back home from that first day as your intern I imagined you telling me what to do, in more than just the sciency stuff. Telling me to strip or work topless, grabbing me all through the day. Telling me to sit up on the table and spread my legs so you could- ooh, fuck!”
Jane exhaled, heavy, eliciting the sound from her friend.
“I came so hard thinking of you,” Darcy said, “And I kept rubbing myself. I’d gotten so worked up working alongside you, I had to get it out. I half-expected you to know I’d cum to you so- fuck! So fucking many times, the moment I walked in the next day.”
The image filled her head. Her best friend with a hand between her legs each night, exposed and thinking of her.
How long could they have been doing this for?
Thinking of her. Jane didn’t need to imagine how Darcy sounded, or how much she’d have writhed as she touched herself; that particular scene was playing out around her.
It make it so much easier to picture.
Hela and her storytelling crossed Jane’s mind again, and then suddenly she was imagining Hela. Not licking her Goddess’s pussy, that was incomparable, but imagining Hela being there.
Watching. Maybe even kneeling behind her, a hand on Jane’s head, pushing her nearer.
Whispering stories, or encouraging her to practising becoming a good little cunt-licker, fucking Darcy as much because she was ordered to, rather than just because she wanted to.
It made her cunt ache again, just imagining that. Damn, apparently she really did like being told what to do.
Though that didn’t make Darcy’s stories any less sweet. Jane kept licking, tongue occasionally slipping inside, basking in each moan that escaped Darcy’s lips.
“One time I came in the lab,” Darcy said, gasping. “It was- ah! It was one of those hot days, fuck, you were sweating, you- ah! You’d unbuttoned you top so- fuck! So- so much, I couldn’t stop staring. And- ohhh, fuck, fuck, god, fuck! And when you drank from- ah! A bottle of water, you just straight-up fucking moaned and- ah! Oh god, I nearly came at the sound. I sat down, slipped a hand into my panties and- oh fuck! I came looking at you, and now you’re licking me and oh fuck!”
Darcy screamed, fingertips digging into the back of Jane’s head as she squirmed. She came, her taste thoroughly coating Jane’s lips, and Jane kept eagerly lapping away.
Her best friend had cum for her. For real, not just for a fantasy. And they’d done it alone, they’d made it more than just something they did when told.
And fuck, it was incredible.
Jane’s pussy still ached, needy, but she controlled herself. Instead she looked up, taking in the sight of Darcy.
Something else she never expected to see; her friend red, flushed, panting, and giving an ecstatic grin all for her.
“Practise your pussy-licking on me any time you want,” Darcy said, head lolling back, breathless.
“Don’t think I won’t,” Jane said, breathless.
She meant it more than she thought she would.
Jane pushed herself up, rather reluctantly. When she sat, she still took in the sight of Darcy.
No, she really didn’t want this to be over.
She had only half-listened when Hela had explained the basics of their room. She’d focused on the essentials, food and water and the like, and when Hela had talking about her slaves ‘entertaining’ each other she’d drifted. She’d not expected to ever need to.
Now, however… What had Hela said about toys? Right.
She hurried to a stone drawer beneath a bed, needing to use more strength than she’d expected to pull it back. It was filled with countless implements, most of which Jane could at least guess at the function of.
She was only interested in one. She reached in and grabbed a strap-on, pulling it out and standing to try and put it on.
It wasn’t as large as Hela’s, and it was made out of a much more conventional material than whatever she created. Still, it would more than serve.
When Jane turned, fake cock jutting proudly out from between her hips, the limp and flushed Darcy stared, biting her lip.
“Have I told you how hot you look in one of them?” Darcy said. “Because you do. A lot.”
“Do you just want to look?” Jane said, trying to sound sexy.
The sight seemed to be enough for Darcy. She shifted, still lying on her back, but spreading her legs.
“Get over here then,” Darcy said. She inhaled sharply. “Please. Where do you want to put it?”
Where? Oh god, that too, Darcy really would do anything for her. That sent another thrill through Jane. But no, start slow, work up…
“Your pussy,” Jane said. She hesitated. “First. Do you want me there?”
“Oh fuck yes,” Darcy said.
Darcy reached out, tugging in Jane’s wrist, but it didn’t take much urging for Jane to near her.
Jane was a little unsteady; she’d never really worn a strap-on before meeting Hela, and even that was brief. She gripped it with one hand to angle it, uncertain, but eagerness drove her on.
She pressed it to Darcy’s entrance-
“Please,” Darcy gasped.
Jane faltered. She remembered how good it felt to beg when Hela used her, how much Hela seemed to love that, but she was too impatient to do the same with Darcy. She needed to move.
She thrust forwards, taking no time at all, burying her toy inside Darcy. Darcy moaned, arching upwards against her-
Oh fuck, Jane loved how that felt, having her best friend pushing up against her.
“Did you ever imagine us doing this?” Jane said, low.
“God yes!” Darcy shouted. “It- fuck, it was never this good.”
Her legs closed in, wrapping around Jane’s back as Jane thrusted, ankles crossing as she took it.
There were so many fantasies she’d had, so many she’d thought never stood a chance of coming true…
It took Jane a little time to adjust to the angle, and work out how to brace herself so she could move, but once she did she found she relished it. She loved how the strap-on slid inside her best friend, she loved how it felt like Darcy’s cunt squeezed it, desperate to hold on as she moved back.
She loved the vibrations that it sent through her, and above all Darcy’s reactions would always thrill her. Those whimpers, those moans, and especially the way she arched up, pressing her chest against Jane’s.
Jane tried to position herself, keeping the angle of her hips but being able to look down properly, rather than press her face to Darcy’s body.
There was something special about being able to see her friend like this.
“God, you’re hot when you take control,” Darcy said.
“Yeah?” Jane said, a smirk playing at her lips.
“Mm-” Darcy began, moaning again as Jane momentarily quickened.
Part of Jane imagined being in the same position as Darcy. She knew that she loved how it felt, the toy cock slamming into her, someone atop her keeping her in place with the weight of her body…
Though this position wasn’t exactly unpleasant. She still felt the crack of skin against skin with each thrust, and the toy still sent tremors through her cunt.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Jane said, filling Darcy again.
“I know, right?” Darcy said. “Ah! We could’ve been having so much fun.”
“Would you have been as obedient?” Jane said, breath coming faster.
“Would you have been this good?” Darcy said.
Jane shifted, adjusting, the toy dragging along another sensitive spot inside Darcy. She squirmed.
“You never backtalk this much to Hela,” Jane said.
“I don’t have to,” Darcy said. She grinned. “She knows how much to hurt me already. But you, you know I love to tease.”
“So that’s it?” Jane said. “You want me to be rougher?”
Darcy just smirked; her expression swiftly became a cry as Jane thrust again, filling her. Darcy squeezed with her legs, trying to hold Jane inside her, pulling her closer-
Jane leaned down, her lips against Darcy’s neck. An instant later Darcy felt teeth, a warning nip before Jane moved up.
She looked down, eyes full of that look that made Darcy almost cum there and then.
“Legs down,” Jane said. “If you want me to be rougher, this’ll be at my pace.”
“What’ll you do if I don’t?” Darcy said.
She smirked. It took a moment for Jane to respond, adjusting her posture to lift a hand, then she slapped the side of Darcy’s chest.
Part of her really wanted to spank her friend. Just… really wanted to, ever since she thought about the various ways she could punish Darcy the image wouldn’t leave her. Angle had made her choose this.
And she couldn’t regret it. Her dominant expression flickered for a moment, captivated by how Darcy’s tits shook with the slap, but she quickly refocused.
When Darcy kept squeezing, kept trying to hold her inside, Jane slapped again. She didn’t count, quickly smacking and watching her friend’s chest shake, and watching Darcy gasp.
Darcy’s legs lowered to the floor, Jane in between them. They still shook.
“Good,” Jane said, and thrust forwards again.
She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of her friend’s body pressed against hers.
“We’d have done this every day,” Jane said. “You’d come into work, you’d bend over the desk, and whenever I needed relief…”
“God yes!” Darcy shouted. “Fuck. I’d have been such a good intern for you. Any time I- ah! Just seeing you in a strap-on is hot and- fuck! And- ah, oh fuck, I wanted this.”
“Would you have done that?” Jane said. “Down over my desk, ass in the air, only there for me to use?”
“Fuck yes!”
“Both holes?” Jane said.
“Of course,” Darcy said, and whimpered. Over her, Jane was smiling.
“All day?” Jane said. “No moving, no covering up. Even when I was done, you’d be there for me to look at.”
“Anything,” Darcy groaned. “Oh fuck! Fuck, Jane, I’m going to cum-”
Jane stopped; Darcy started wriggling on the spot, before she was slapped again.
“No,” Jane said. “Darcy, stop, Darcy!”
Darcy gave a long, low groan, reluctantly stilling. She looked up at Jane, flushed.
“Don’t you dare stop there,” Darcy said.
“I thought you wanted me to be in charge,” Jane said. “I tell you when you can cum. Ok?”
“I-” Darcy paused. She met Jane’s eyes, and bit her lip. “Yes. Sorry Jane.”
“Good,” Jane said.
She started moving again, slower, more carefully now. She had a very distinct goal in mind.
It wasn’t long before Darcy moaned again, just about stopping herself squirming as Jane filled her cunt, her pace maddeningly slow.
“Please,” Darcy moaned. “Jane, please let me cum.”
“On one condition,” Jane said. She leaned closer, dropped her voice. Only a little doubt snuck into her dominant tone. “I want you to cum with me inside your ass. Do you want that, Darcy?”
Darcy didn’t look away, couldn’t tear her eyes from her best friend.
“Please,” Darcy said, breathless.
Jane was going to do that to her, oh god, Jane was going to-
“Good,” Jane said. “Tell me when you’re close.”
It was getting harder to breathe; Darcy felt it build up inside her, even Jane’s slower movements enough to make her cry out.
Still, she didn’t look away from her friend. She didn’t want to forget who it was doing this to her, who it was making her shake. It almost made her laugh how long she’d been resigned to thinking Jane was straight.
Maybe she would have laughed at any other time. Instead she had Jane’s toy cock inside her, Jane’s exposed skin so close to hers, a hand just by her shoulder, and another on her chest.
“I’m about to-” Darcy began.
Jane shifted, pulling back and lowering one hand to grab the base of her toy. She reoriented it, aiming lower, pausing for a brief instant.
Darcy’s asshole looked so tight. Then again, she’d seen how energetically Hela would use it, and how Darcy cried out then.
She shifted, pressed the head of the toy against the hole, and moved inside with one prolonged motion. Darcy arched up, her words fading into an incoherent cry.
Holy fuck she was actually doing it. Jane bit her lip, pushing a little harder, watching and feeling Darcy’s ass open for her, the shudders sent back through the toy eliciting a soft moan.
“I’m- ah! I’m going to cum, fuck, I’m-” Darcy threw her head back, shouting. “I’m going to cum from you fucking my ass, I’m going to cum from being your anal whore, I’m- oh fuck, I’m being your slut, cumming like a slut, for- oh fuck, fuck!”
The words fell from her lips, apparently for her own benefit as much as Jane’s, though Jane wouldn’t deny that they sent a thrill through her. For Darcy, though, they made her scream.
Jane felt her friend convulse around her toy, and watched as her friend came for her.
Darcy gasped for air as she slumped back. She still shook; Jane paused, toy still in Darcy’s ass. Something in her ached, needing to cum, but part of her was still satisfied just from what she’d seen Darcy do.
Then, without needing to be prompted, Darcy moved back. She whimpered as the toy left her, then moved around so suddenly her head was closer to Jane.
“Let me clean it,” Darcy said, still breathless. “Hela wants me to get used to cleaning.”
She opened her mouth and leaned forwards, half of the cock vanishing into her mouth in the first gulp. She pulled back, inhaled, then went deeper.
Jane barely had time to do anything except moan.
It was quite a sight, too. Darcy lay on her front, almost casually; only her nudity, and the eagerness with which she tasted her own cunt and ass, made her position seem lewd.
Her tongue circled, the toy hit her throat, and Jane gasped at the vibrations.
“More!” Jane said, closing her eyes.
She’d been so close, so very close before, it didn’t take much more friction for her to cum. She thrust again, gained a rather impressive sound from Darcy as she did, and came just like her best friend had.
Jane refocused again about a minute later. Darcy was still to her side, grinning.
“That was…” Jane said.
“I’m hoping you’re going to say fucking hot,” Darcy said.
“I… yeah,” Jane said, still breathless.
“Due for a repeat?”
“When I recover,” Jane said. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
She removed her strap-on, a thrill going through her when she saw how clean Darcy’s mouth had gotten it. Her friend had a lot of skills, it seemed.
As the day went on, Jane somehow felt even more naked. She wasn’t any more exposed, but doing what she had with Darcy, choosing to do it… It made the situation seem more... perverse.
It felt like anyone could see. Everyone there got used by Hela, she understood that, she loved it, but it felt different to be with someone who was, well, more of an equal. Someone that didn’t just order her to fuck her.
Valkyrie was glowering at Sif. As best Jane could tell, she was projecting anger over her own submission onto the other Asgardian. Sif, meanwhile, seemed to have accepted it.
They were distracted, at least.
And apparently Valkyrie was back. That meant it wouldn’t be long before their Goddess cam back too.
And when Hela returned, striding triumphantly through her palace carrying an apparently more material prize, Jane felt a distinct ache.
Hela beckoned with one hand. Jane quickly stood to approach, then got onto her knees. A half-smile crossed Hela’s face at how quickly Jane submitted.
“Later,” Hela said. “I will use you, but I wish to speak with you first.”
“You… do?” Jane said.
“I do,” Hela said. “I want you to answer some of my questions about your world.”
“Why?” Jane said. “I- I’m happy to, but…”
“Because it is past time I returned there,” Hela said. “It is time for Midgard to remember who its Queen is.”
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