Drabbletag - Warriors
Title: Unified
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Warriors
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Gamora/Nebula
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy, threesome, incest
They move as one, practiced and assured. Nebula’s blunt fingernails dig into Sif’s biceps, Gamora’s hands cup her breasts. They attack either side of Sif’s throat with impressive coordination, a barrage of intense sensation, designed to leave her off-guard.
Sif is not the first woman Gamora and Nebula have bedded as a team, that much is clear.
They are warriors, and they read each others movements and desires through a physical language borne of the battlefield. Sif recognises the bond between them, something that goes beyond sisterhood, something founded in war.
It is to be admired, but not indulged, not on this night.
Sif will not be some idle plaything caught between their skilled hands.
She grips Gamora’s throat, smiles for the flutter of thick eyelashes. Tumbling Gamora back against the sheets, and Nebula growls against the back of Sif’s neck.
Perhaps she is not used to seeing others besides herself take charge of her sister so easily. But Gamora spreads her legs, looks up at Sif with desire plain in her gaze, and Nebula does not protest when Sif cups Gamora’s sex. Dragging her fingertips along the slick folds of Gamora’s cunt, whilst reaching back with her other hand, palming Nebula’s scalp and dragging her in for a bruising kiss over Sif’s shoulder.
She will take them both, will leave them breathless and spinning. A warrior’s bond is a powerful thing, but so is Sif’s lust.
If they believed Sif to be outnumbered, she will show them their mistake.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Warriors
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Sif/Gamora/Nebula
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy, threesome, incest
They move as one, practiced and assured. Nebula’s blunt fingernails dig into Sif’s biceps, Gamora’s hands cup her breasts. They attack either side of Sif’s throat with impressive coordination, a barrage of intense sensation, designed to leave her off-guard.
Sif is not the first woman Gamora and Nebula have bedded as a team, that much is clear.
They are warriors, and they read each others movements and desires through a physical language borne of the battlefield. Sif recognises the bond between them, something that goes beyond sisterhood, something founded in war.
It is to be admired, but not indulged, not on this night.
Sif will not be some idle plaything caught between their skilled hands.
She grips Gamora’s throat, smiles for the flutter of thick eyelashes. Tumbling Gamora back against the sheets, and Nebula growls against the back of Sif’s neck.
Perhaps she is not used to seeing others besides herself take charge of her sister so easily. But Gamora spreads her legs, looks up at Sif with desire plain in her gaze, and Nebula does not protest when Sif cups Gamora’s sex. Dragging her fingertips along the slick folds of Gamora’s cunt, whilst reaching back with her other hand, palming Nebula’s scalp and dragging her in for a bruising kiss over Sif’s shoulder.
She will take them both, will leave them breathless and spinning. A warrior’s bond is a powerful thing, but so is Sif’s lust.
If they believed Sif to be outnumbered, she will show them their mistake.