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Four Stock, No Items, Babes Only	By : DrkVrtx Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 9482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
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Samus' mouth curved with the promise of mischief as she heard Zelda's response; she looked down at the poor woman, seeing her pretty pink lips tremble in the wake of the word they had let slip forth. The princess had had no choice but to agree to her terms as she slid her fingers deep into her, curling them at the apex of their thrust and grazing against Zelda's inner wall. The princess was hot and moist around her, her sweet, warm juices wholly drenching Samus' digits. She leaned in close to Zelda, offering her a few words to quiet her anxiousness.
"Good girl", she murmured, just before she brought her mouth down upon the princess' long, pointed ear. It was not long before Zelda grew to pant and quiver beside her.
The princess' ears were sensitive, and greatly so. Samus always loved to toy with them, firstly because it was one of the easiest and most effective ways for her to tease her lover, and secondly because she simply enjoyed their shape. She traced it with the tip of her tongue, moving from its elegant point down to the fleshy lobe, slipping it into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the lobe like a contented kitten supplied with a platter of milk as she gently sucked it between her lips, feeling the small hole where the princess' customary earrings were currently absent. Another of her holes, however, was most certainly not vacant, and Samus did not miss a beat as she sought to wind Zelda's coil of pleasure tight within her.
Leaving her lobe glistening and wet with her saliva, Samus moved her mouth to the upper ridge of Zelda's ear, merely grazing her lips with the barest minimum of contact along its length. The tip of her nose trailed softly against Zelda's smooth, deep brown hair, her mind briefly constructing the image of a field of vibrant flowers as she inhaled its scent. She wished for a moment that she could slip her hand beneath the princess and trace the path of her spine as she trembled with pleasure, but instead she settled for slipping her arm behind her raised shoulders, making a pillow for the princess' neck with her bicep. Zelda sighed and her breath hitched when Samus gently nibbled just below the point of her ear.
She turned her eyes then and focused on her efforts between Zelda's legs, seeking to drive her lover to the verge of no return. The princess tossed her head twice from side to side, utterly helpless as Samus' exploited the full length of her digits and turned her wrist with each thrust. Her fingers plunged deep into Zelda, determined explorers seeking the ultimate treasure and drawing forth her breathy gasps. Samus plundered her depths, no secret safe from her as she brushed against a small, slightly ridged spot. She smiled as she witnessed the wave of pleasure surge through the princess, her back curving and lifting her hips. Zelda hissed her delight.
Deciding to up the ante, Samus leaned close once more and began to simple groan into the princess' ear, each sound throaty and flavoured with a precise measure of lust. The princess mewled as the gradually diminishing rationality within her recognised Samus' ploy, turning her face away as her body rolled, the flat, creamy plane of her stomach pushed into the air before her hips sagged once more into the soft pillow beneath them.
Zelda turned back to her as she moved close and continued to groan, her mouth open and seeking, warm sweet breath reaching Samus' lips as she drew away at the last moment. She smirked at her lover's desperate attempt to lock their mouths together in a passionate embrace. She was in clear need of a distraction, something to turn her mind away from the pleasure her lover inflicted upon her. Samus, of course, was on hand to provide such a thing, though her idea of a distraction was somewhat twisted.
"How do you fare, princess?" the bounty hunter sang, adjusting her tone to imitate Zelda's regal voice. It was another thing she enjoyed about the Hylian woman; no matter the circumstance, she always spoke with words that belonged to the conversations of her courts. Her voice was rich and smooth like her silken garments, its tone full and her way with words eloquent and precise – but of course, Samus knew how to silence her verbosity, how to rid Zelda of her words and draw instead gasps and whimpers from her lips.
"Samus", the woman groaned. "Oh..."
And she loved it when Zelda could say nothing more than her name. She yearned to hear it again, drawn breathlessly from the woman's soft lips like the chants that would incite her magicks.
"You're close", she told the princess as she stirred her hot innards. "I can feel it".
"I won't... ungh…I won't", Zelda struggled out, turning her face aside as pleasure thrummed through her.
"Are you sure?" Samus husked, kissing slowly the pulse at the side of her neck. "Not even when I do this?"
As she pushed her fingers deep, she set her thumb to its task, the digit seeking for a few short moments before it settled upon the tender, swollen pebble of the Zelda's clitoris, poking out from beneath its hood and demanding attention. Samus was eager to oblige, and her mere touch rewarded her.
"Samus", the princess hissed, the pure velvet of her voice caressing her name. Zelda arched her back, tossed her head and pulled on her bonds all at once; Samus held her steady with the arm behind her head, gripping her shoulder and pulling her close.
"Are you giving up already, princess?" she asked as her thumb traced a slow circle around its object of attention, the thrust of her fingers no longer as frequent, but to compensate teasing Zelda's g-spot all the more.
"No. No. Oh, Samus. Please".
"Please what?"
"Please – ah – stop this torture. I can't – hnn! – for much longer".
Samus lifted her thumb away as Zelda squirmed beside her, the handcuffs rattling against the bedpost. She didn't want the princess to climax just yet; her eyes glanced upwards to the wooden shelf above the bed – there was much more she had planned for the both of them.
Zelda seemed to calm a little until Samus resumed the swift pace of her thrusts, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the woman's jawline and neck. She began to feel her walls tightening around her as Zelda moaned her pleasure and distress, fighting to obey Samus' command and keep her climax at bay. Samus slowed her thrusts as Zelda's pelvic floor began to clench with a greater frequency but a slowly weakening strength, her groans indicating that she was fast approaching the tipping point. At last, she pulled her fingers free, sopping wet with the honey of a sweet, sweet pot. Zelda breathed hard and fast, despite herself mewling in disappointment as Samus withdrew from her. Samus heard her, and decided to give her one last test.
Adjusting her arm, the bounty hunter tilted Zelda's face towards her, the woman's warm breath upon her as she panted. Samus shifted until her brow rested against the princess', their lips separated by a mere moment. She almost tempted herself beyond her self-control then. Zelda's lips were parted seductively, their pink fullness glistening invitingly as her breath sweet met Samus' senses. She gave her first difficult swallow, holding herself back. She slowly returned a single digit to her lover's dripping sex, tracing its shape.
"You can give in if you want, princess", she said softly. "I know you'd love nothing more right now".
Zelda didn't say anything or move, clearly sensing further words on the horizon.
"I won't stop you", Samus said. "If you want it, kiss me, just like you've wanted. My lips are right here…"
She kept her touch light, just enough to maintain Zelda's pleasurable high. She could see her eyes roving to and fro beneath the black strip of cloth she'd tied over them, and hear the hunger in the way she breathed. She was completely convinced the princess would not be able to hold back even as she continued to speak.
"Or, you can wait". She glanced up again at the shelf. "Like I said, I have a reward for you. What will it be?"
Even if the Hylian woman had chosen to give up, Samus would have reached up to the shelf and pulled down its prize. She was then considerably surprised when Zelda did not close the miniscule distance between their lips and desperately claim her mouth, instead with grace and poise despite her shuddering voice saying: "I will wait, as you have told me. At least one of us must know patience".
Samus paused, and then smirked at Zelda's words. No sooner had she claimed victory over her within the virtual reality of the Smash arena had she practically dragged the woman to the upper floors of the mansion. The mansion itself was open to all manner of Nintendo Land's famed inhabitants, though preference was given to those chosen to participate in the rowdy, chaotic tournaments held annually. Smashers, they were called, and Samus was actually one of the original participants of the very first tournament. She often liked to tease Zelda with this particular detail, especially when she won their private, one-on-one bouts. The argument that had led ultimately their current situation was aroused by such teasing.
Zelda was adamant that she could beat Samus soundly – despite what the tier listings might say.
The bounty hunter had eventually agreed to a one-on-one, though under the condition that the winner was permitted to do anything they wished to the loser in the realms of the bedroom. They hadn't seen each other in several months, and underneath the hot-headed competitiveness that drove them to the Smash arena bubbled a lustful hunger that deepened with every moment they spent in each other's presence. By the time they had stepped out of the pods and set aside their virtual-reality interfacing units, Samus was positively starving for the Hylian princess.
No sooner had they reached her rooms within the mansion did she toss Zelda to the bed and proceed to molest her clothing in an effort to reach the sweet, creamy flesh beneath it. Zelda had responded with just as much enthusiasm, but the ferocity of Samus' need was a force to be reckoned with. With her tongue, she lashed the princess to a screaming climax that drove her consciousness from her, and then with a predatory grin, she hopped off the bed and retrieved a pair of polished silver handcuffs and a strip of black fabric that had once been the hem of a t-shirt.
And thus, here they were.
"Patience, hmm? I lack such a thing, Zelda, in work and play".
The princess' lips curved. "Perhaps it is hard to believe, but I noticed".
"Well, let us hope that your patience lasts", Samus said, removing her finger from Zelda's lower lips. "In the meantime, however, I am going to need you to get me ready".
"Get you ready?" the princess repeated as Samus moved, getting up to kneel beside the woman.
From her new vantage point, Samus caught a glimpse of the long, curved toy sitting atop the shelf. She licked her lips. "For our reward".
"Our reward? No longer my reward? You have deceived me, Samus", Zelda said with a tone of affront.
"Oh, you will enjoy it", Samus assured her, lifting her leg across Zelda's stomach and straddling her. She placed her hands to either side of the princess' upraised arms and shuffled forwards.
"How am I going to prepare you?" Zelda asked as she heard and felt Samus' approach, her thighs and buttocks grazing along her body and over her breasts. The woman did not reply, but a reply became unnecessary when Zelda felt Samus' knees press against the sides of her shoulders and smelt the musk of her sex in close proximity to her nostrils. A hand moved behind her neck and lifted her, its partner adjusting a pillow behind her head before both departed and she was left to inhale the distinct smell of Samus' pussy.
She swallowed as it wafted over her, flooding her primary sense as she imagined the bounty hunter staring down at her with that crooked smile of hers. She imagined the hungry, predatory glint in her sparkling blue eyes as she felt her hands return. They glided slowly over her hair as Samus stroked her head, eventually pushing her fingers into its depths. Zelda warmed at the small hum of delight the woman gave as she slid her hands to the back of her head and a tight grip pulled gently at her locks.
"I am going to need your full attention", Samus said from somewhere high above as she gradually pushed Zelda forward. She felt the woman's golden mound tickle against the end of her nose.
"Put that eloquent tongue of yours to a better use, wench".
An undeniably thrill raced through Zelda at her lover's soft hiss. It was a subtly different tone to any other she had heard the woman use, and in her current position, it served to set her heart racing and her mouth to salivate with expectancy as Samus gripped her hair firmly.
Bound, blind and her sense of smell utterly full of a hot, moist pussy inches away from her lips, Zelda's tongue quivered in her mouth as an inexplicable thirst stole over her. She needed to taste her lover, to drink of her sweet juices. She would have begged for the opportunity to do so, but Samus spared her the need. The bounty hunter pushed her face forward with a lustful, wicked grin.
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