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Pit And The Legendary Ladies	By : DrkVrtx Category: +G through L > Kid Icarus Views: 9981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Room For Two

"Were you followed?" she asked quickly in a hushed voice as she took him by the arm and leading into the alcove of the garden.
"Please".
"Your confidence is inspiring, but", she chided him, "you need to make sure you cover your tracks".
"If they've never been able to find out where I go before", he said, pulling her towards him as she pushed aside a make-shift curtain of leaves and twisted branches, "what makes you think they'll do so now?"
"There's less distractions for them this time", she said, allowing him to draw her to him as they slipped into the hidden innards of the garden, "I'd rather we didn't get caught".
She tilted her head as he leaned forward and hungrily kissed her neck, tracing a path up to her jaw with his mouth.
"You worry for both of us", he told her in a low, husky voice, lifting his eyes to capture hers before glancing down at her soft, parted lips, "but right now, I just need you to groan for me".

Pit hummed quietly to himself as he basked in the hot sun, sporting a 'borrowed' pair of Palutena's tinted glasses. He was sure she wouldn't mind. Anyway, he deserved a good break after running around at two Goddesses' beck and call, saving humanity on more than one occasion, defeating Hades in single combat - well, almost single combat, though he hated to admit it. He was usually a humble and modest individual, but after all he had recently accomplished, he felt that it was well within his rights to revel in the glory, just a little. Palutena became huffy with him when he tended to push it a bit far, and she had numerous ways of knocking him off his pedestal.
"Boss", came the low, bass voice of one of his Centurions. Pit nudged the glasses away from his eyes with a finger, turning to see a lone Centurion bearing a tray with a tall, filled almost to the brim glass sitting dead in the centre, "your beverage".
"Ah, at last", Pit said, "you'd do better to move a little more quickly next time, Centurion. My throat is rather parched".
"Er, of course, Boss", the Centurion replied uncertainly as Pit reached for the glass.
"Gods' Drink", Pit murmured as he licked his lips appreciatively, "my favourite - "
Another hand, very familiar to Pit, swept down and stole the ice cold beverage right from underneath his nose. Pit paused for a long moment with his arm outstretched, his left eye beginning to twitch. Another hand swept down and pinched the bridge of the tinted glasses, pulling them smoothly away from his face.
"Scooch", the voice of the Goddess floated down to him. Pit's arm fell limp and a groan of displeasure escaped him as he reluctantly pulled himself up and vacated the seat.
"Thank you kindly", Palutena said in sweet tones as she promptly took the seat, crossing one leg over the other as she slipped the glasses onto her face and took a long sip of the Gods' Drink. The Centurion glanced across at Pit as Palutena excused him, and he threatened it with a silent, dark gaze.
"Living large, are we, Pit?" Palutena said, looking across at him with sparkling eyes hidden behind the shade of her glasses.
"Attempting to", Pit muttered, folding his arms as he scuffed the ground with his sandals, "where are you sending me this time?"
"I didn't say I was giving you work".
"But you will be", Pit said as he favoured her with a straight face.
"Well, yes", Palutena replied, taking another sip of the Gods' Drink after smiling at him, politely ignoring his muttering about not being allowed five minute of peace.
"I'm getting worried about Pittoo, actually", Palutena began, at which point Pit looked up.
"I haven't been seeing him around very often...he seems moody and withdrawn, won't accept any of my invitations to come to the Temple, and when I do see him he - umm, why are you looking at me like that?" Palutena said, for Pit was now favouring her with a rather bored expression and a highly arched eyebrow.
"You basically just described Pittoo's everyday behaviour", Pit answered in a flat tone.
"Well, yes", Palutena allowed, raising her hand and gesturing as though to brush this aside, "what I mean to say is he's doing all those things more than usual".
"Sooo...?" Pit asked as he performed a theatrically slow shrug. Palutena pushed down her glasses to favour him with a glare, "so kindly find out what he’s doing. Pittoo is the manifestation of your...darker self, Pit. He is potentially an unstable being, so - "
"Alright", Pit sighed as he unfolded his arms and raised them into the air in surrender. He eyed the God’s Drink wistfully, reaching out a hand a moment later before words had even left his lips.
“Could I…have that back?” he asked hopefully.
"Wonderful", Palutena said brightly, ignoring him as she settled into her seat and pushed the glasses back up to her eyes, taking another sip of the Gods' Drink.
"Now”, she said as she smoothly slapped his creeping hand away, “do be a dear and stop blocking my sunlight, Pit".

The surface of the pool bubbled softly as a thin stream of water arced down from above, sending gentle ripples dancing along to its edges. A natural, rich bed of grass surrounded the pool, the vibrant heads of flowers poking their heads above the countless green blades and opening their arms to embrace the sunlight. The quiet hum of nature was punctuated by masculine grunts and feminine moans of pleasure as the current inhabitants of this secluded paradise lay together beside the pool, locked together in all but spirit.
He relished the feel of her nails along the bare skin of his shoulder as he pushed himself into her, engaging her lips in a deep kiss. She had wrapped her legs tightly around him as she drew close to her peak, her muscles squeezing him and drawing a groan from his throat. He reached his climax first, though she was not to be left out, for his proved to be a catalyst for her own. They released each other's lips and moaned in unison, her legs holding him deep within her as her centre pulsed with unreal strength and drained him.
Strength left him, and he pressed his face to the ground beside her head, drawing deep breaths as her muscles gradually loosened around him.
"You're amazing", she whispered in his ear, lifting a hand to his cheek.
"I swear", he breathed, "it feels like you literally suck the life out of me sometimes".
"Mmm, perhaps I am", she said in a low, seductive tone. "At least you would die happy".
He pushed himself up, taking hold of her wrist with his other hand and pushing her arm to the ground beside her.
"I would take you down with me", he told her. She smiled before lifting her head to meet him in a hard, passionate kiss.

Pit grumbled to himself as he kicked a stone along the path, the hot sun beating down upon him without the mercy of shade available to him.
"This would be some much easier if I could fly", Pit said, "what's the point in giving me wings I can't use? Whoever designed this needs to be fired..."
It had been several days since Palutena had instructed him to find out what Pittoo was up to. It seemed a little ridiculous for her to task him with something that she had been unable to achieve herself. He hadn't realised what he'd agreed to until it dawned on him that he would have to conduct his search on foot, for the most part. Palutena could of course grant him the Power of Flight, but with its five minute limit, its uses were restricted.
And so, Pit was forced to trudge along wherever he went, not even sure what he was supposed to be looking for in the first place as he hardly knew anything about Pittoo. Palutena was not exactly demanding daily reports of his progress, but as her servant and angel, Pit's usually inclination was to dedicate his all in his service to her, whatever that service may be. This, however, was driving him just a little crazy.
Up ahead, he glimpsed raised hedges of what he assumed to be a garden. This was not the first he had come across, as the Goddess' province within Skyworld had a number of gardens cultivated upon it. Who maintained them, Pit didn't know, nor particularly care if he spoke honestly about it. Pollen did him no favours, he had found long ago. However, so long as the gardens had remained the same since the last time he had thought to explore them, several of them contained refreshing, clear pools in which he could relax until the heat of the day diminished. Of course, they were not quite on par with the wondrous relaxation served by hot springs, but right now, Pit wasn't complaining. He made straight for the garden.

It would have been fairer to call the garden a maze. Pit had gotten himself turned around several times as he tried to find its centre, pinching his nostrils as he strode by carefully arranged flowerbeds and eyeing the tall, proud and vibrant plants with a pre-emptively angry gleam in his eye. In his gradually increasing annoyance, he had got himself tangled in a hedge as he miscalculated a point where he thought it would be easiest to push through, and so now he bore a somewhat torn chiton and tousled hair upon which sat unevenly his laurel crown and several leaves. His skin also bore numerous red lines, evidence that the hedge had given as good as it got. Nevertheless, he had eventually made his way through and was rewarded with hearing the very faint sound of falling water.
It didn't take long for him to home in on it, his body craving rest as he pushed deeper into the garden, the sound of the water becoming more audible and clearer with each step he took. He followed the curve of another hedge he came across, not quite willing to force his way through this one and inadvertently poke his eye out, and so instead looking for some sort of separation that would lead him towards his prize. Yet as he sensed himself drawing nearer, he began to hear new sounds punctuating the gentle bubbling of the water. It took a moment for him to be sure, but he swore he could hear the low murmur of a masculine voice, along with soft, feminine sighs.
Confused, Pit lowered his body and began to tread very lightly, trying to peer through the thick, tangled hedge to see what was going on beyond it. When he finally did manage to find a spot that he could see relatively well through, his eyes subsequently widened and heat crept up to his cheeks. He had found Pittoo, and his dark twin was most certainly not alone.

Her back was pressed against his body, her head turned aside to meet his lips as her hands sat atop his. One dwelt at her chest, finger and thumb pinching the nipple between them periodically and drawing sweet gasps of mingled pain and pleasure from her throat. The other slowly traced the shape of her moist lower lips, teasing her as a finger dipped momentarily between them. She had spread her legs for him, and when he glanced down at her between kisses, the erotic scene drew weighty groans of desire from him. He bent his head over her shoulder to kiss the soft skin of her neck, and she leaned in to his ear, urging him to fill her and promising to be hot, and tight, and oh so wet.
"Damn, you're cruel", Pittoo growled as her mere words almost threw him clean over the edge. But he reined himself in, slipping a finger deep between her lips and relishing her small moan of pleasure. Neither of them fully registered the rustling of leaves, even when the rustling intensified and clearly heralded the event of a body pushing its way through the hedge that ringed their secluded garden.
"Pittoo?".
Pittoo froze. She froze too. They slowly - almost fearfully, parted lips and turned to face the intruder. Pittoo's morally better half stood there, his chiton torn in several places as the heat of embarrassment flushed his cheeks.
"You".
"I've, err, I've been looking for you", Pit announced somewhat feebly, glancing away from the scene.
"And you've found me. Unfortunately", Pittoo added, disgruntled. "Now run along, Pit, I'll deal with you later - "
"Wait", Pit cut across Pittoo, "wait one second", he said as he glanced at and then focused properly upon the woman who had been receiving Pittoo's administrations. She was trying to avoid his gaze and hide her face in Pittoo's shoulder, pulling her legs closed and holding an arm across her chest, but there were other defining features that Pit was unlikely to forget and would needed to have been completely blind not to see in any case. A long, thick, blue ponytail was draped across the right side of her body, coming to a rest and pooling on the ground at her side. Amethyst eyes glanced nervously at him as his narrowed and then sparkled in recognition.
"I've seen you before!" Pit cried out suddenly, "I was barely conscious...I think...but I swear I've seen you before!"
"Sshhh!" Pittoo tried to hush him, but Pit was already on a roll and would not be silenced.
"And your eyes...they're the same... and that hair band! I've seen it before!"
The flush of embarrassment upon Pit's cheeks had somewhat dimmed, and now his eyes widened in shock and his mouth fell open.
"Pittoo…is that Pandora? What is she doing here? Why are you doing…what you’re doing with her? She’s the enemy, Pittoo, I – “
Pittoo raised an eyebrow. "I see you’ve had your daily dose of sugar, Pit. Perhaps even a week’s worth”.
"I will have you know that I did", Pit replied, "and it was rather delicious. But that’s beside the point, Pittoo. You shouldn’t – She shouldn’t… I think Lady Palutena needs to hear about this”, Pit said, turning as he shook as head in disbelief, a worried look upon his face.
"No, wait!" the woman cried out in unison with Pittoo, both of them holding a hand out to Pit, who glanced back at them briefly before continuing towards the hedge with a little more speed to his step
"Pit", Pittoo said through gritted teeth as he shot forward and grabbed the hem of the angel’s chiton, "I would appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut".
"That may be so, but I think the fact that the Goddess of Calamity is still alive trumps your wishes right now. And how are you still alive?” Pit spoke to her suddenly, glancing up at her naked form and blushing furiously, “I thought you killed her, Pittoo".
"I did", Pittoo said, glaring up at Pit, "but you also killed Medusa, and look how that turned out".
“Hades brought her back?”
“Yes”, the Goddess answered for herself, “well, sort of. The details are…tricky”.
Pit raised an eyebrow at this. "So you’re in league with Hades? Pittoo, you know this is wrong - "
"I'm a changed woman, Pit", she spoke over him, fixing her gaze directly on his.
"Well, you’ve definitely changed into something”, Pit agreed, lowering his eyes inadvertently without realising it and growing red as he flicked them back up to meet hers. Pittoo growled as he saw it, causing Pit to yelp.
"I've turned over a new leaf, Pit", Pandora said, "Pittoo here helped me make the transition, so to speak", she added, smiling slightly and warmly at him as she spoke.
"Really", Pit said, trying to tug his chiton out of Pittoo’s grip, "I don’t think I’ll be as easily swayed as Pittoo". He looked down and hissed at his fellow angel, “she’s tricking you!”
"Pit", Pittoo growled, "damn you, you - "
"Idiot?" Pit supplied, "you know, Lady Palutena likes to call me gullible, but this is something else".
"Pit, don’t go. Please give me a chance", Pandora pleaded. Pittoo's glare softened a fraction as it shifted to her.
"I can’t do that”, Pit told her, finally tugging his chiton away from Pittoo, “I see through you!” he said as he made for the hole he’d made in the hedge. Pit heard Pittoo cry out as his strides carried him towards his escape. His arms and legs pumped as he dashed towards the hedge, fully intent on finding and revealing this all to Palutena, as his duty demanded. But suddenly, his momentum was pulled short. Arms wrapped around his waist, tightly enough to hold him still, though not painfully so. A warm, naked body pressed itself against his back, and for a moment, Pit wildly thought that it was Pittoo…until he registered the womanly curves against him.
“Give me a chance to change your mind”, her voice murmured softly in his ear. Her breath was pleasant and warm upon his skin, and Pit’s momentary struggles stilled as she arched her back a little and pushed her breasts into him. His chiton was thin, and he could feel the stiffness of her buds. He tried to break free of her embrace, but his strength was waning, strangely. As was his desire to break free from her when the Goddess’ hands roved upwards along his body. They pushed underneath the torn cloth of the chiton, tracing the planes of his chest.
“Pit, wouldn’t Palutena agree that all deserve a second chance? Do you think she punished and cast down Medusa without a single display of mercy?”
“You’ve had your chances”, Pit hissed as Pandora took his nipples between her fingers, pinching and rolling them between the pads of her digits.
“Give me one more, Pit”, she whispered, kissing him behind the ear. His desire to resist shattered at the moist touch of her lips. His sense of the world around him dimmed, fading into an unimportant blur as a haze settled over his eyes. He dwelt there, in that strange place anchoring him between seemingly between two planes of existence before the Goddess’ voice eventually shook him from his apparent trance. He started, looking down as he caught a form at the edge of his vision.
Pandora was kneeling before him, her legs pressed neatly together as her right hand traced a path along his thigh. Her amethyst eyes glittered as she looked up at him, the corners of her lips lifted in a seductive smile
"Sacred stones?" she said quietly to him as she tossed her hair coquettishly. He blushed slightly and glanced away, scratching the back of his head as he grinned sheepishly, though he was a little confused. Perhaps he had spoken while in that strange daze; he had been vaguely aware of his lips moving.
"Well then", Pandora said, reaching up and underneath Pit's chiton and pulling him forth, "let's see if we can dull this ache of yours, Pit".
Pandora brought her mouth to Pit's tip, doing nothing more than gently kissing him several times before slowing guiding him between her lips. Pit found that he had no objections to what she was doing, though he was somehow sure that he should...
She circled her tongue around his head, gazing up into his eyes as she drew him from her mouth and her tongue flicked against him. Pit was immediately captivated by her eyes, falling deep into their seductive heat as she enveloped his head with soft, cool lips and her tongue treated him like confectionery. His hand fell to the side of her head as her glorious hair captured his eyes and his body thrummed with the desire to run his fingers through it. He pushed his hands deep into her blue mane, finding it to be thick and smooth and lustrous as it flowed through his fingertips. She reached forward with her other hand as she fed a little more of him between her lips, cupping the sacred stones in her palm.
Behind them, Pittoo looked away, a dark cloud gathering over his face as Pit issued a long moan of pleasure. Pandora repositioned herself at that moment, rising from her knees and lifting her buttocks into the air, spreading her knees as she slid a hand along her body. She beckoned to Pittoo before lightly slapping her left cheek, gripping it in the next moment. Pittoo couldn't resist her, even if it meant sharing with Pit, who he was seriously contemplating punching right in the face. Walking over to them, Pittoo lowered himself to his knees behind Pandora, taking hold of her hips with one hand as the other guided him to her moist centre.
"Mmm", Pandora hummed onto Pit as Pittoo's familiar length slid easily into her. Pit groaned as the vibrations of her mouth sent powerful sensations rippling through his body, his fingers tightening within her hair. He turned his eyes down from the sky to watch himself slide in and out of her mouth as she gradually relinquished control of the momentum and pace of his thrusts to him. She latched her amethyst gaze onto him, driving him crazy with a mere look and gentle vibrations of her mouth as he pushed deep into her.
Pittoo held her arm behind her back as he pushed himself into her, barely aware of the power of his thrusts as he kept his eyes on her back, trying to ignore the existence of Pit. It was impossible though, for he soon felt the angel's gaze upon him, and inevitably lifted his eyes to meet it. Sparks practically flashed between their eyes as they glared at one another, caught up suddenly in a primitive battle for dominance which neither had any intention of backing down from. They became powerfully aware and focused upon each other, some small part of them driving their hips forward without conscious thought, and with enough force to have Pandora groaning deeply and almost gagging alternately between them.
Pit's hands gripped her hair tightly at the back of her head as he pushed her towards him, a snarl locked behind his teeth as stared his twin down. Pittoo held her wrist in a vice, the wet slap of flesh accompanying his thrusts as he drove into her in a manner that he had never exhibited with her before, and it was driving her wild. He glared daggers at Pit, baring his own teeth as he felt a powerful throb through himself.
Pit! Pit!
"Huh?" Pit said blankly, hearing the familiar voice yet, in the heat of the moment, finding himself unable to recognise it.
Pit, are you okay? You seem distressed!
"No - no, I'm fine", Pit spluttered, though he wasn't quite sure who he was talking to. And apparently, Pittoo wasn't either, narrowing his eyes as he spoke.
"Who are you - ?"
Pit, I'm coming. Stay right where you are!
"Okay, Lady Palu - no! Wait!"
The trio's eyes widened in unison as Pit spoke, all motion coming to an abrupt halt. A column of golden light touched down on the grass a moment later, and panic tore through them all. Pittoo cursed Pit for somehow revealing their location to the Goddess of Light; Pit flailed his arms through the air as though that would stop the column of light from transporting the Goddess, and as for Pandora - well, with a panicked expression, she simply vanished. Just like that. No warning whatsoever. Pit and Pittoo yelped in surprise and confusion, falling forwards into each other just as Palutena's form solidified within the column of light.
"Thank goodness I equipped you with my Mind Reading laurel", Palutena said as she stepped forwards into the hidden garden, "now just what is - argh!"
Palutena jumped back in shock, her eyes widening and a hand leaping up to cover her mouth as she took in the scene. Pit and Pittoo had their arms wrapped around each other, their lengths limp between their legs...and a rather messy little scene lying on the ground between them. Red in the face, Pittoo turned to his twin.
"I'm going to kill you", he promised, "and I am going to enjoy it".
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