Message-ID: <26397asstr$969304205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: shdwhand@aol.com (Shdwhand) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20000918085630.01374.00000026@ng-fc1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} More Alike: Sif and the Enchantress (F/F, Superhero) Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 15:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26397> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman 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 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+