BW:F Chapter 11

“He did this to you?” Nat asks Sif. “Do you still have it?”

“No,” Sif begins, but Valkyrie shoots her a look.

“We can help you get rid of it,” she says. “It’s simple.” She holds Sif’s gaze, even though she’s addressing Nat.

Sif blinks. “Right. Right.” She nods, taking a gulp from her chalice. “Right. We can help you, Black Widow.”

“It’s Natasha,” Nat says as the two of them advance on her. “How?”

“It’ll go away once you’ve let out enough tension,” Valkyrie says innocently.

“We can speed that process up,” Sif says, exchanging another glance with the other Asgardian. They set their drinks aside.

“Unless you don’t want to…” Valkyrie lets it hang, a slightly challenging look on her face.

Nat is embarrassed, all but naked, and still damp from the shower. All she has is her pride. Besides… she glances at the wall behind her bed. Maybe it’s fair to keep Wanda up all night for a change.

She shrugs, and Valkyrie’s eyes track the jiggle of Nat’s large breasts.

“Sure,” she says. “I have three-ways with Asgardians all the time. This is just Tuesday for me,” she says dryly.

“Perfect.” Valkyrie smirks and drops her robes, revealing a predictably flawless Asgardian body. Sif does the same and stands beside her. Their skin tones create an enticing contrast, and Nat’s erection pokes up out of her panties, then juts out, pointing forward. Nat hurriedly slides her panties down and steps out of them.

“Is that all?” Sif asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Was yours bigger?” Nat shoots back, miffed.

“It was, actually. Oh well,” Sif says, stretching her arms over her head and pushing out her chest. Nat swallows nervously, staring at Sif’s bare chest. “We’ll make it work.”

Nat takes a step back as they come toward her. She bumps into the bed and half-sits, half-falls. Now they stand over her hungrily. Also standing is the penis. It twitches needily, as though Nat didn’t just jerk off three times. Good thing she drank some water.

Sif and Valkyrie kneel, almost in unison. Nat braces herself for their hands on her new most sensitive part. She tries not to react too much as they squeeze, pull, and pinch playfully.

“Are you sure it can’t get bigger?” Sif asks, visibly disappointed.

“Pretty sure,” Nat replies. She’s not about to apologize; it’s not as though this is her fault.

“You can. Come on.” Sif brushes her hair back and takes Nat into her mouth. An Asgardian mouth is much more vivid than that of an AI hologram. Nat lets out a shuddering breath as that hot, wet, suction hits her.

“OK,” she says.

“You like that?” Valkyrie strokes Sif’s hair absently, watching Nat’s face. “She getting bigger?”

“MmMm,” Sif replies, dragging her tongue up Nat’s shaft.

“We’ll see about that,” Valkyrie says.

“Mmm,” Sif mumbles approvingly. That didn’t make Nat bigger, but it did make her harder. Pride can only take her so far.