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Subject: {ASSM} More Alike: Sif and the Enchantress (F/F, Superhero)
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This is the second of two (unconnected) stories I have written. I am
not a great writer and my spelling is worse. But I think this is an
interesting story. I don -(TM)t anticipate writing any other stories at this
time. As an artist, I tend to draw my creations. I hope you enjoy the
following.  Shadowhand

The DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of (I hope) erotic fiction. If you are
under the age of 18 years old or live in a location where this type of
fiction is illegal for you to read, do NOT read any farther. The people
and location in this story where created and are owned by Marvel
Comics and  have been used without the knowledge or permission.
My use of this said material is not to be seen as a challenge to
ownership. This story is for fun, not for profit. If you wish to put this
story up on a website permission is required beforehand. Pay
websites need not ask, as they will automatically be refused.

Notes: This story takes place shortly before the Onslaught Saga, near
the end of the 1st volume of Thor. 

More Alike: Sif and the Enchantress

Somewhere there is a city. A fantastic city, with gleaming towers and
magnificent halls constructed of gleaming wood sitting beside a sea of
stars. This city is the home of beings worshipped as gods by  the
Vikings centuries ago. It is called Asgard. It is the home to many
people, the All-Powerful Odin, the Thunder God Thor, as well as his
traitorous half-brother Loki and many more. Most of the buildings
and homes are close together with wide streets at the front. One of
these building is different. Around this one, no other structures sit.
And the closest ones seem to be leaning away from the isolated
structure. The outside looks much as any other in Asgard, but the
inside is very different. A ancient statues from Greece stands on a
pedestal next to a wall that displays a painting by a Dutch Master.
Electric lights cast a spot light on a vase from the Ming Dynasty. Lush
carpets cover the floors and a ceilings are all handpainted  works of
art. In all it looks more like the home of a very wealth person on
Earth, what the Asgardians call Midgard. In truth the hall does belong
to someone who is very wealth on Midgard, and spends much of her
time there. 
 The owner of the hall is named Amora, but most of the time is
known by another name. The Enchantress. The name Enchantress fits
the woman well. She makes great use of magic, much of the time to
control and manipulate other people. She is also one f the most
beautiful women in Asgard, and is quite capable of enchanting
someone with any magic at all. 
 Currently the Enchantress was at her home in Asgard after deciding
to take a break from Midgard and relax a little. Not to mention
keeping up with the local happenings. Since Amora was not at home
much in Asgard she had only a few servants to look after the Hall.
The magic that guarded it was of a kind to prevent theft and keep out
annoyances. They where not met out keep out a full out assault.
Unfortunately that -(TM)s what they had to deal with. 
 One blow shattered the protective spells, a single kick broke down the
halls main double doors.
 The lone person that stormed into the hall shouted "Amora! I would
have words with thee!"
This person was in many ways the opposite of the halls owner. Where
Amora used magic, she used a sword. While the Enchantress was
generally regarded as a self centered bitch most of the time, the
warrior cared deeply and was selfless and cared deeply for many
people. Even their hair colors where in opposition. Amora's was
golden, the others midnight black. There where a number of
similarities however. The warriors was just as beautiful as the
sorceress. And they both cared deeply for the same man. She was
called Sif and the two women had been rivals for centuries. Recently
Amora had scored a large upset by getting Thor into her bed on
Midgard. Sif was there to address that situation. 
"Amora! I said.."
"I heard you the first time.."
Observing the shattered door, the Enchantress continued "You could
have made an appointment you know. Or even just knocked.". Amora
had been relaxing in her oversized bed when Sif had arrived and was
wearing only a unadorned green silk top that showed much more skin
than it covered. And at the moment she was more than an little bit
ticked at being bothered.
"So, what do you want?" Amora all but demanded as she struck a
defiant pose. 
Most Asgardians would have been slightly put off by the
Enchantress -(TM)s informal mode of speaking, but Sif had spent time on
Midgard and didn't even notice. 
"What hath you done to Thor! What spell hath thou cast upon him?"
Amora's eyes almost glowed in triumph.
"None".  
Which was, for once, the whole truth. She hadn't placed any spells on
Thor. Of course there was no way Sif was going to believe that. But
before she could respond noise of interruption caught her attention. 
"Mistress is there...." The servants voice died as both women turned
their fiery gazes on the hapless man. He turned very pale and
scrambled for safety, followed by the hurried footsteps of the other
servants.
Sif turned back to Amora with the demand. "What hath you done to
Thor."
Amora briefly wondered what Thor had EVER seen in the uptight
warrior witch. 
"I did nothing to Thor, except for giving him the time of his life. -  she
said smiling. A smile that was without humor. 
Sif glared at Amora trying to see what Thor could ever find to love in
the woman. 
"I doest not believe thee." she stated in a dangerous tone. 
"Tough, If you don't believe me, ask Thor yourself. Or are you just
jealous that I got him into my bed and you haven't been able to?" 
Sif had kept a lid on her temper until that point, but Amora's last jibe
had snapped that control. She backhanded Amora across the
screaming "WENCH!"
While not a warrior Amora was very fast, she turned her head and
rolled with the blow, negating most of its effects, but it still knocked
her off her feet and onto the floor. It also fueled her anger. Normally
the Enchantress had other people fight her battles for her. She
preferred to stay in the background and pull peoples strings. But THIS
was personal.
 As a green bolt of lightning sprang from her fingers the accusation of
"BITCH!" went with it.
 Sif dodged the bolt of magical energy and her sword was let loose
from its sheath. The retort of "WHORE!" was shot back, quickly
followed by a sword thrust. The thrust ran into a quickly erected
shield of magic. The Battle was on.
 Spells where parried by sword thrust, sword swings where blunted
by defensive spells. As the two battled, they moved deeper into the
Enchantresses home, causing no small amount of collateral damage
along the way. Finally a powerful attacks shattered Amora -(TM)s defenses.
Sif's bright blade swung but found only her silk top. cutting a long
rent that reveled a carefully clipped triangle of golden hair. An
immediate retaliatory blast of magic hit Sif, rending her armor,
exposing the bottom half of a globe of flesh and a smoothly muscled
midriff. Staggered, but unwounded, Sif regained her balance, while
Amora recreated her defenses shield. Unmindful of the damage to the
their garments, battle resumed. 
 After some time even the unnatural strength and superhuman
endurance of both the women where being pushed to their limits.
Finally fate intervened. A broken shard of ancient glassed Grecian
pottery found itself under Sif's left boot. As she pushed off to dodge a
spell from Amora,, her foot slipped and she crashed down on her
right side. The magical energy she was dodging flashed over above
her, but Sif was now wide open to attack. 
 Grinning triumphantly Amora quickly cast a spell as Sif attempted to
regain her feet. This spell was different than the ones cast before. It
created what amounted to a magical straight jacket around its target. It
was easy to dodge or deflect, but Sif could do either. Her arms where
swiftly bound to her sides. Normally Amora would have cast a much
more damaging spell, but she had no illusions what would happen to
her if real harm came to the warrior woman. The fight had been about
dominance and ego's. Neither woman was out to kill the other, just
defeat her. Of course from the Enchantresses point of view, what -(TM)s
the use of winning if you can -(TM)t gloat about it? This was a victory
worth gloating about. 
 Sif struggled to her knees as she glared at Amora. But in truth she
was nearly as mad at herself as she was at Amora. Mad about letting
the Enchantress get under her skin and most of all for losing the fight.
There was no way Sif was going to loose to Amora again, even if it
was because of a fluke. 
 Amora slowly strutted over to the bound warrior. A smile on her lips,
her green eye's alive with triumph. She didn't notice and would not
have cared for once, how she looked. He hair was in glorious disarray,
hard nipples poked solidly against the material of the her ruined top.
Sweat covered her body, giving it a subtly glowing effect. She did not
look her normally carefully prepared self, but she was still as desirable
as ever. 
 The Enchantress halted two paces away from the struggling Sif.
Amora sneered down at her "You can't beat me in battle, and you
certainly cannot match me where it truly matters. You wouldn't even
know what to do with a man, much less a woman." The last part had
not come out as she had intended. But Amora was not about to
interrupt her fun to correct herself. 
 Sif immediately shot back "Get thee over here and I shall prove you
are in error!" As she finished she realized what she was saying and
she cursed herself for saying something that could be taken so very
much differently than she intended. 
 Amora was slightly taken aback by Sif's response, but she smiled as
she thought how the misstatement could be used. Amora would have
bet her life that Sif had never had sex with another woman and would
have been surprised if Sif had even thought about it. Asgardians just
didn -(TM)t think that way very much, mortals where much more inclined
to that sort of thing. Amora decided to take the opening Sif had given
her and decided to twist her misstatement like a knife. After all, there
was no chance that of Sif doing anything in bed with another woman
to prove her wrong, now was there? 
 "So you think you know how to satisfy another woman. Want to try
me?" Amora's smile became a mock sultry invitation as she bent
forward, enjoying the look on Sif's face as well as the feeling that her
nipples gave as they shifted against the silk of her top.
 "Get thee closer and discover"
 For a brief instant it seemed if Amora's jaw would hit the floor from
shock. but she recovered unbelievably quickly. Sif was smiling now,
she knew there was no way Amora would let Sif touch her in such a
way. Sif had just called Amora's bluff. It was not much of a victory,
but a victory never the less. 
 It was Sif's turn to be shocked as Amora stepped forward, spreading
her legs slightly. "Lets see you do it." as Amora's evil smile returned.
Amora knew that Sif would never go down on another woman,
especially her. 
 Sif knew that Amora would back off. There was no way she would
have another woman touch her in such a manner. The moment she
would lean forward, Amora would retreat.
  Amora stared in shock at the bound woman before her as Sif leaned
forward. Amora would not be the one to back down.  She KNEW that
Sif was bluffing! 
  Sif's head moved forward, Amora's pussy was right before her, the
golden hair around glistening slightly. There was no way Amora was
going to stay standing there! 
 Sif couldn't back down now, her tongue stretched from her mouth
and slowly licked the entire length of the Amora's outer lips. 
 Amora shuddered slightly as Sif's tongue touched her. But there was
no backing down now. 
 Sif realized that she had made a grave error. But there was not way
out of it now. The only way out was to satisfy Amora. She bent her
head to the task. 
As Sif gave her attentions to her, Amora cursed herself for getting
herself into this situation. And to make things worse, Sif DID seem to
know what she was doing. And it took more than a little of her
willpower to avoid responding to the growing pleasure.
 As Sif worked on Amora, she discovered she was enjoying her task.
She could not keep herself from stabbing her tongue deep into
Amora's delicious pussy. When she did so the Enchantress cried out
and her fingers reflexively sought Sif's head and gripped the metal
headgear she still wore. The spell that shackled Sif failed. It -(TM)s caster
unable to maintain the smallest amount of concentration nesassary to
maintain it. Sif's hands, now free, swiftly reached around and grabbed
Amora's shapely as, gripping each cheek with painful force. Sif never
noticed her hands where free, so lost in her pleasurable task. Amora
didn -(TM)t care as Sif's powerful fingers clamped down on her as she lost
herself in the building orgasm. The slight pain providing a sensual
counterpoint to her pleasure. Amora came, letting out a strangled
inarticulate cry. Sif lapped up her juices savoring the taste. 
 Amora recovered and slowly removed herself from Sif's grasp. Still a
little breathless, she admitted "Not....not bad. Sif had been much
better than "not bad", but Amora was not going to admit that, at least
to Sif.
Standing up slowly, her face slick from Amora juices, Sif challenged
"Cans't thou do better?" 
The smile on the Enchantress -(TM)s face was her only response.

 Very shortly a nude Sif was on her back in Amora's huge bed. Her
hands where above head gripping the intricately carved oak
headboard. Her muscular legs spread wide on the satin sheets. Amora
was on her knees between those leg. Her ass up in the air, head bent
low between Sif's thighs, her tongue inside the warrior woman. Sif -(TM)s
hips would thrust slightly when Amora did something especially
delightful to her. Small sounds of pleasure would occasionally escape
her lips. Amora was enjoying herself as much as Sif had a short time
before. She drank in the other woman's taste like a fine wine. 
 Finally Sif could take no more and she orgasm, her legs claming
down on Amora's head, preventing her escape. Not that Amora was
trying to escape, she was in the place she wanted to be the most as
she tasted her prize.
 Sif's legs relaxed as Amora decided to see what other pleasures she
could find. She slowly started moving up the warrior woman -(TM)s' form,
licking and kissing all the way. She paused for a moment running her
expert tongue slowly around Sif's navel and continued her journey.
She moved up the slope of Sif's left breast ascending to the summit.
She licked the hardened tip and ran her tongue slowly around the
surrounding flesh. Sif gave a low moan and shifted her body so
Amora had easier access. Her hands also reached down and begain
caressing the large solid globes of flesh that hung from the blond
woman -(TM)s chest. Her thumbs roughly sliding over the sensitive pink
nipples. Amora made a sound of appreciation and moved  her mouth
upward to Sif's. They shared a slow kiss, each one tasting herself on
the others lips. As their tongues intertwined, Sif slowly rolled to her
left side, forcing Amora on to her right side. Each goddess loosely
wrapped their arms around the other in an embrace that was than lust,
but was something other than love. 
 As they recovered from their earlier exertions, the play of their
tongues slowly became more aggressive. A erotic dual slowly played
itself out. The thrust of strong and agile tongues replacing swords and
spells. Sif started to unconsciously move her body against that of the
other woman. Soon Amora reciprocated and the embrace the woman
shared became tighter. Breast crushed breast, Hardened nipple rubbed
against one equally as hard. Legs wrapped around each other as each
woman attempted to make contact with the other's sex with her own. 
After several minutes of pleasurable frustration, the embrace broke
apart. Each woman sat up, sharing quick kisses and swift gropes with
the other. They arranged themselves facing each other, the right leg on
top of the other woman -(TM)s left leg. Their dripping sex's came together.
Each woman slowly started grinding herself into the other, bringing
contact and pleasure. Both woman wanted more and slowly leaned
back, increasing the contact. Golden hair mixed with midnight dark,
hardened clits found mutual contact and friction. Each woman thrust
her hips into another, and found a ancient rhythm, unknown to men,
and only discovered by two woman.
 Sighs of pleasure slowly built to moans of passion. Crude words of
encouragement escaped from lips that had no recollection of what
they said. As mutual orgasm approached, unintelligible sounds of lust
where heard. Each woman gave as much pleasure as she received.
They came only moments apart, their juices flowing together as both
goddesses cried out in unison.
 Their passions not yet sated, they paused only a moment before
rearranging themselves. While their previous orgasm had been a
delight, both Sif and Amora wanted to taste the other again. Amora
was on her back her head raised up, Sif was on her knees and elbows,
her head bent down. Each woman's tongue re-entered now familiar
territory. Their lips sucked at hardened clits, strong tongues thrust in
and out of moist tunnels in unthinking imitation of a man's member.
One pleasurable motion was met by one from the other. Each woman
taking pleasure from eating out the other and being eaten out by the
other. Orgasm finally overtook them, neither knew or cared who came
first. Each woman shuddered and twitched, still using their tongues
on the other even as they came, driving the power of the orgasm
higher. The orgasm ended like a huge wave crashing on a beach. Each
woman went limp, Sif barely able to slid off Amora before exhaustion
and sleep overtook her. Amora had likewise expended all her energy
and slept as well. 

 Amora slowly awoke. More than one muscle complained at the
recent stress she had subjected it to. Sitting up part way, she looked
down at her new bedmate. Sif was sleeping on her back, Amora could
see the beautiful triangle of dark hair was still damp and she licked her
lips. Thoughts of what they had done and still could do ran through
her mind. Sif began to stir, disturbed by Amora's slight movements.
She opened her eyes to see the beautifully disheveled Amora looking
back at her. 
 A smile crossed Amora's face "I think next time we meet like this, I
shall be better prepared. There are some interesting... toys, I think you
might like." A vision of Sif tied spread eagle on her bed, being
brought to the brink of coming, but not allowed to by Amora flashed
through her mind. "Maybe some chains can be added as well." She
added wickedly as another scene came unbidden. This one had
Amora on her bed, on her knees, bent at the waist. Her wrists where
bound to a newly installed metal ring just above the headboard. Sif
was also on her knees, behind her, powerfully thrusting into her with
a huge strap appliance. Amora did not know which thrilled her more.
 As Sif heard Amora's intentions, two vision raced through her mind.
One had Sif kneeling over a chained Amora, who was on her back.
Amora was orally pleasuring her, but receiving nothing in return. The
other had Sif kneeling on the floor, her wrists bound tightly bound
behind her. She was clad in black leather that made an erotic parody
of the armor she usually wore. The metal collar around her neck had a
long chain attached to it. The other end of the chain was held by a
smiling Enchantress. Sif twitched slightly in anticipation, but decided
that she could not let Amora know how much her idea had excited
her. 
She replied " Chains? Thou shall never see that, wench."
"bitch"
"whore"  
 
End

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