Darcy tugged Jane by the wrist into Luke's bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click.
"Darcy! What are you doing?" Jane hissed, eyes wide as she glanced around the masculine space—dark sheets, faint scent of cedar and storm. "This is Luke's room! We shouldn't be here!"
Darcy rolled her eyes, flopping onto the wide bedside couch and pulling Jane down beside her. "Relax, girl. I've slept in this bed with Luke. It's practically my second home. Not that big of a deal."
Jane sat stiffly, knees pressed together, cheeks pink. "Still… it feels wrong."
Darcy leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're curious, aren't you? About what it's like… with him. A guy who can probably bench-press a whole island and turn a Destroyer into scrap metal."
Jane's breath hitched. She looked away, fingers twisting in her sundress. "That day.. I… after I saw him defeat Thor so easily, something just… shifted. And then when he destroyed the Destroyer armor, saved us all… Not to mention today what we saw him doing on TV.. I can't explain it, but my body—"
"Your nipples got hard, right?" Darcy finished, grinning. "Mine too. Every damn time."
Jane's face flamed scarlet. "Darcy!"
Darcy giggled, scooting closer until their thighs touched. "Come on, admit it. You've been thinking about it. About him."
Jane swallowed hard, voice barely audible. "Yes… I have."
Darcy's hand slid up Jane's arm, gentle but sure. "Then let me show you something."
Before Jane could protest, Darcy's fingers brushed the already-tight nipple, circling slowly.
"Ug.."
Jane whimpered, back arching slightly.
"See?" Darcy murmured, pinching lightly. "Your body already knows what it wants."
"Ahh~ Darcy stop..."
...
Ten minutes later,
Luke entered his room.
"Oh?"
Darcy lounged on the bedside couch, legs tucked under her, wearing nothing but an oversized band tee that barely reached mid-thigh. Her massive breasts strained the thin cotton, nipples already visibly peaked beneath the fabric from whatever teasing had gone on before he arrived.
Jane sat beside her, knees pressed together, simple sundress riding up just enough to show the smooth expanse of her thighs. She looked up when Luke entered, cheeks instantly flushing a soft pink. Her beautiful breasts—perfectly shaped, full but elegantly proportioned—rose and fell a little faster under the light cotton.
Darcy grinned wickedly the moment she saw him.
"There's our Midgardian Thor," she purred, patting the cushion between them. "Back from saving the world again."
"What are you guys doing in my room? And what were you doing before I entered?" Luke asked in a teasing tone.
"Oh, It's nothing. Since we saw on TV how you saved Earth, we decided we should thank you properly. I was just teaching Jane how to thank a man properly~. So~~? Need some stress relief?"
Luke's eyes darkened as he crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps.
"Oh? Is that true, Miss Foster?"
"Yes—Ah... n-no.. I.. I was just curious ..what it was like. With you. And she just dragged me here.. and.. and.."
Luke stopped in front of them. He reached down, fingers gentle as he cupped Jane's chin and tilted her face up.
"And what did she tell you, Miss Foster?"
Jane swallowed, eyes wide and dark. "That it's… overwhelming. And perfect."
A slow, dangerous smile curved Luke's mouth.
He looked at Darcy. "Strip her. Slowly. Show me how well you've prepared her."
Darcy didn't need telling twice. She rose to her knees on the couch, turning toward Jane with a playful, predatory gleam.
"Relax, girl," Darcy murmured, fingers already slipping the thin straps of Jane's sundress down her shoulders. "He's gonna take such good care of you."
The dress slid down Jane's arms, pooling at her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra—her breasts spilled free, beautifully rounded, nipples a dusky rose already tight with nerves and arousal. Darcy leaned in, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to one peak, then the other, making Jane gasp and arch.
Luke watched, eyes burning, as Darcy peeled the dress the rest of the way off, leaving Jane in nothing but pale lace panties already darkened at the center.
"Good girl," Luke rumbled, voice low. He pulled Darcy up by the hair—gentle but firm—and kissed her hard, claiming, tasting the sweetness of Jane still on her lips.
Then he turned to Jane.
He lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest like she weighed nothing, and carried her to the wide armchair across the room. He sat, settling her astride his lap so she faced him, thighs spread over his.
"Look at me," he said softly.
Jane's hands trembled as she rested them on his shoulders. Her eyes met his—nervous, trusting, already glassy with want.
"You've never done this before?" he asked, though he already knew.
She shook her head, biting her lip. "No… but I am curious..."
Luke's hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, then cupping them fully. He leaned in, taking one perfect nipple into his mouth—slow, reverent, tongue circling, sucking gently until she whimpered and her hips rocked forward instinctively.
Darcy knelt behind Jane, pressing her massive breasts against Jane's back, hands roaming down to hook into the waistband of Jane's panties.
"Lift up a little, sweetie," Darcy whispered.
Jane obeyed, trembling, and Darcy slid the lace down her thighs, leaving her bare.
Luke's fingers found her immediately—sliding through slick folds, circling her clit with practiced gentleness.
"So wet already," he murmured against her skin. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"
Jane nodded frantically, hips chasing his touch. "Y-yes… please…"
He guided her down slowly, positioning the thick head of his cock at her entrance. Darcy helped, one hand on Jane's hip, the other reaching around to spread her gently.
"Breathe, baby," Darcy soothed. "He's big, but you're gonna take him so good."
Luke pushed in—inch by careful inch—watching Jane's face the entire time.
"Ugh..."
Her mouth fell open on a soft, shocked moan as he stretched her, filled her, claimed her virginity with tender dominance.
When he bottomed out, hips flush against hers, he stilled, letting her adjust, kissing away the single tear that slipped down her cheek.
"Haah~ You're perfect," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."
He started moving then—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged every sensitive inch inside her. Jane clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, soft cries spilling from her lips with every thrust.
Darcy wasn't idle. She pressed herself against Jane's back, grinding her soaked pussy against the curve of Jane's ass while her hands roamed—kneading Jane's breasts, pinching her nipples, whispering filthy praise in her ear.
"Look at you taking him so deep… such a good girl for him…"
"Ahh~" Jane's head fell back against Darcy's shoulder, overwhelmed, pleasure building fast.
Luke picked up the pace gradually, hands gripping Jane's hips, guiding her up and down his length while he drove up to meet her. Each thrust forced a higher, sweeter sound from her throat.
Darcy slid one hand down between them, fingers finding Jane's clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Luke's rhythm.
"Ah~ Ah~ Arrrggghh~~~~"
Jane shattered first—back arching, cry sharp and broken as her pussy clenched hard around Luke, soaking him.
Luke didn't stop. He fucked her through it, drawing out every tremor, every pulse, until she was limp and shaking in his arms.
Only then did he pull out—slowly, carefully—and turn his attention to Darcy.
"On your knees," he ordered, voice rough now.
Darcy obeyed eagerly, crawling between his thighs. She took him deep immediately, moaning around his length as she tasted Jane on him.
"Sss..."
Luke threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her, fucking her mouth with controlled thrusts while Jane watched, dazed and flushed, fingers still idly circling her own clit.
He pulled Darcy off with a wet pop, flipped her onto the couch beside Jane, and sank into her in one hard stroke—deep, possessive, making her scream in pleasure.
"Oh~ Fuck yes~~~"
He fucked Darcy hard and fast—hips snapping, balls slapping against her—while reaching over to stroke Jane's thigh, keeping her grounded, keeping her close.
Jane leaned in, kissing Luke desperately, then Darcy, tasting herself on both of them.
Luke came first inside Darcy—deep, groaning her name as he filled her—then pulled out, still hard, and guided Jane back onto his lap for a second, slower round, making love to her again while Darcy recovered beside them, fingers lazily playing between her own thighs.
They stayed tangled long after, sweat-slick and sated, Jane curled against Luke's chest, Darcy draped over both of them, the room quiet except for soft breathing and the occasional contented sigh.
[Ding!]
[Anomalous target Jane Foster has been "conquered by sleep," gaining 500 Anomaly Points. Current Anomaly Points: 2200 / 3800]
"I'm sorry, Thor. I'll take good care of your wife~"
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