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Samus' Heavenly Bounty	By : JustS Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 54938 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Five: Disciplinary Action
Pit waited in great anticipation to hear back from Samus. After that eye-opening and incredible night together, the angel boy was eager not only to hook up with the powerful blonde once more but also to figure out the nature of their ongoing relationship.
Pit was changed by that night. Not only was he no longer a virgin but he couldn't stop thinking about retrying those carnal delights with the intoxicating bounty hunter. Maybe this is partly because he didn't have much to do at the Skyworld palace right now - with no malevolent forces threatening the kingdom or the wider world, Lady Palutena didn't have any significant duties for him.
However, now that he had savoured the sensations of sex and sampled a woman's body, he couldn't stop thinking about such things. His goddess and commander Palutena, once essentially a mother figure to him, was now often the focus of erotic thoughts.
He found himself having to go to quiet places in the palace and Skyworld to take some self relief - not just for satisfaction but to dull his racing thoughts and loins. He did not want to reveal himself as distracted, or worse, appear aroused in front of Lady Palutena.
After several agonising days of waiting, the communication device Samus had given him lit up with the message:
'There's a small floating island not far from the east border of Skyworld. Meet me there at noon tomorrow. xxx - S'
The next day, Pit flew out to search for the location. Most of the hovering land masses outside of the palace grounds where not named or even mapped – hence Samus' vague statement of her location.
It didn't take him long to spot a familiar orange gunship parked on one of the masses in the sky. He soared towards the flat, grass-topped island that was about double the circumference of the ship.
He set down upon the top of the vessel's hull, his sandalled feet lightly clanking against the metal as he approached the circular entry hatch. It automatically retracted apart when he came near, revealing the gravity lift. He stepped onto the platform, assuming that Samus had left both it and the door accessible for him. Seemingly confirming his assumption, the platform began to descend, taking him below the hull and inside the ship.
As he stood stock-still during the descent, he realised that his heart was beating harder. He was both nervous and elated at the thought of seeing the wilful bounty hunter again.
Now fully within the hull, he heard the hatch seal shut above him. His eyes were adjusting to the unnatural illumination of the embarkation room's interior but he was a little surprised and concerned that Samus was not there to greet him. Even more odd was that the door to the corridor was closed.
Once the gravity lift had halted and settled inside the deck plating, he stepped off. He began to move towards the door, stopping short when he spotted a small stack of artefacts on the floor in front of it.
A computer tablet laid upon what looked to be a pile of garments. He picked it up, his eyes were drawn to the large glowing text on its screen:
'Change into these clothes, then come to my room. Play along! - xxx S'
Bewildered, Pit placed the tablet on the ground and studied the clothes. The neatly folded pile comprised of a white short-sleeved button-up shirt, black trousers, black socks and a pair of white briefs, all stacked on top of a pair of black lace-up shoes.
He knew enough about human culture to recognise that these were fairly formal garments. Were they going to go on a fancy date or something? What did she mean by play along? Where did Samus get these clothes, and how did she get his sizes? She'd even procured a shirt with holes in the back for his wings! And what was with the very juvenile and plain-looking underwear?
Many such questions raced through Pit's mind as he stripped down and slipped on the smart yet basic garments. Though he may have been confused by this turn of events, he was still aching to see Samus. His cheeks had reddened, both through stress and arousal. He wondered if she was using the wondrous technology of the ship to watch him get changed - and if she could see his excitement protruding.
He left his boots, accessories, toga, tunic and bow strewn upon the deck as he laced up shoes, buttoned up then tucked the shirt into his pants. As he expected, he felt a little weird in this costume but her words of 'Play along!' wrung loudly in his mind.
He moved toward the door again, correctly assuming the lit-up button to the right side of it would make it open. After the solid barrier parted, he cautiously stepped into the short passageway. He looked left, finding the door to Samus' bedroom also shut.
He stood before the blocked frame and was about to search for another open button when the door abruptly slid open.
Inside the room Samus was sitting upon the edge of the bed on the opposite side of the room facing the doorway, wearing equally strange attire as his own. She had on a tight, semi-transparent white blouse buttoned up to her neck with a black bra just visible beneath. The top tucked into a hip-high black pencil skirt which reached down to mid-thigh level. On her legs she wore black, semi-transparent thigh-high stockings and high-heeled shoes of the same colour.
Her long blonde locks were pulled back into a simple yet business-like ponytail which held with a black hair tie. Upon her face was a set of glasses of matching colour. She was positioned with her arms crossed under her breasts, and her right leg folded over her left. There was another tablet upon her lap.
Pit was completely set back by the surprise of seeing her in this unexpected yet striking outfit. Before he could gain enough composure to assess the situation, let alone react, she spoke up.
'Ah, Pit, please sit down.' She said in a formal and stern tone of voice, not moving from her position.
The room's desk chair had been placed to face toward her, so Pit assumed she meant for him to sit there. He slowly stepped inside the room and approached the seat, his feelings of confusion and embarrassment showing through.
He sat in the chair, resting his hands upon his lap to hide the small tent in his trousers. Samus' piercing emerald eyes looked down at him through the lenses of her glasses, an austere and slightly haughty expression upon her face.
Everything about the situation seemed to be negative, as if he was in trouble with Samus for some reason. The fabric of his trousers strained a little further, as he was still somehow turned on by what was happening.
'It is always a serious matter when a student is summoned to the headmistress' office,' Samus began.
At first, Pit couldn't understand what she was talking about. Samus spoke and acted as if this was a completely different situation and they were completely different people.
He began to realise that this 'play along' session had an element of fiction to it. It seemed like he had been placed in the role of a school student and Samus as an authority figure. Such a relationship was known to him but not instantly familiar, since he was not human and had not experienced one of their schools.
'However, never before has it been over an infraction this severe.' Samus continued. 'I was both highly disappointed and disturbed to learn from one of your fellow students of the acts you have committed.'
'These were found on your mobile device which a member of staff confiscated.'
The 'headmistress' held up the tablet to him. Its screen was filled with a montage of photographs of Samus in various states of undress, which had been shot to look like they had been taken in a clandestine nature by someone other than herself.
Though initially shocked and confused by the images, Pit swiftly realised Samus must have made them herself. He found the idea of her posing for these photos amusing and cute - they were surprisingly well-taken and very sexy. He wondered if he would get a copy of them at some point.
'Do you admit to taking these?' Samus asked, her tone forceful yet professionally.
'I... uhh...'
Pit went to answer honestly, as he was used to doing. However, he immediately remembered her instructions of 'play along'. If he was assuming this role in this fictional situation, should he respond with 'yes' or 'no'?
'There's no use denying it, we found the images on your device.' Samus said, withdrawing the tablet from his sight. 'Well?'
There was silence as her piercing gaze was locked on him, demandingly waiting for a response.
With the 'play along' mantra in mind and the photos having essentially been proven to have be snapped by his character, Pit finally choose his response.
'Yes...' he muttered, lowering his gaze in shame as if he really had taken the pictures.
'Speak up, child! And don't forget to respond with 'yes Miss' or 'yes 'Miss Aran'!'
'Yes! I did, Miss Aran!' Pit replied, arbitrarily more loudly and clearly.
'That is absolutely disgraceful behaviour and totally unacceptable for one of our students.' Replied 'Miss Aran'.
Her words berated him, yet her tone and body language did not suggest that she was more angry after his confession of guilt.
'Your punishment will be of the utmost severity, you dirty boy! Come here.' She pointed with her right hand at the ground next to her, indicating for him to come over.
He got up and walked towards her. She uncrossed her legs as he stood where she'd indicated.
Suddenly, he felt her grab him and pull him down across her lap. He flailed for a second, his wings extending upward in surprise, before maintaining his footing and propping himself on his elbows upon her thighs. He folded his feathery limbs toward his body, doing his best to keep them out the way.
He felt her immediately grab waistband of his trousers and pull them down. She did the same with his tight underwear, though they provided a little more resistance due to a conspicuous outcropping at his crotch.
With both garments now pulled around his knees, his posterior and thighs were completely exposed. The headmistress took the briefest moment to gaze at the sight of his smooth, pristine behind. Then, she raised her right hand into the air.
She brought her open palm down hard across his cheeks, the impact making a satisfying slapping sound and causing slight ripples through his firm yet malleable buttocks.
Pit grunted and jerked forward in response, his erection digging into his headmistress' outer right thigh.
Miss Aran composed herself and then firmly spanked him again, using the same technique and amount of power. Pit's reaction was more muted this time.
Withdrawing her hand, she struck his behind yet again, now settling into a steady, repeating rhythm of hard slaps.
By now Pit had got the idea - in fact he'd fully embraced it. Still, he was surprised at how each impact across his bare behind felt so pleasurable. He relished lying across her soft lap and taking these blows, being dominated by her once again.
Every increasingly stinging smack elicited a grunt or a breath from his lips. Besides this and the slight rustle of their clothes, the only thing to be heard was the hard, repeating and wonderful sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Soon his cheeks started to become red and sore from the impacts, with every hit stinging just a little bit more. Instead of detracting from his perverse pleasure, it somehow increased it, making him more sensitive to his headmistress' strikes. His sex was now almost painfully hard and at full size, now forced between the top of her clothed thigh and up against his body.
Finally, having struck his backside at least twenty times, Miss Aran ceased her blows. She lifted him off her lap, placing him back where he stood previously.
He looked up at her, his trousers and underwear having slipped around his ankles. His easy-to-read facial features with their bright red cheeks suggested discomfort but also arousal. If the latter state wasn't obvious enough, his fully erect shaft conspicuously jutted out from under his white shirt.
Miss Aran eyed the highly erotic fleshy protrusion, once more admiring both it and his scrotum's youthful, hairless form. Her response to this sight was not one of appreciation, however.
'Child, have you no shame!' she said, feigning outrage once more.
Pit attempted in vain to cover the entirety of his large, hard sex with his hands.
Miss Aran looked down at her skirt, seeing a small drizzle of white upon the garment where the tip of his shaft had been.
'Disgraceful! What kind of young man gets excited by such punishment! I will have to clean this skirt especially now.'
She stood up from the bed.
'Go and face the chair!' She ordered, pointing with one hand and placing the other upon one hip.
'Y... yes, Miss Aran.' Pit uttered obediently. He shuffled gingerly towards the seat, clothes still around his ankles. He thought about pulling the garments up, but the headmistress hadn't told him to do so.
The angel boy took position in front of the chair, as Miss Aran's gaze drifted over his bare, sore butt cheeks and immaculate legs.
Keeping her eyes on his body as much as she could, she slipped off her high-heeled shoes and pushed them aside with her stocking-covered feet.
'You are such a bad boy.' She said, speaking more calmly with hints of what sounded like disappointment or resignation in her voice.
She reached to the zip around the back of her skirt, pulling it down with a finger and thumb. She reached to the waistline of the loose garment with both hands.
'Thankfully for you, I'm bad headmistress too.' She said, a inkling of sultriness in her voice, as she pulled down the skirt and let it fall around her feet.
Though her student could not see what was happening behind him, the headmistress had revealed that she had not been wearing any underwear beneath that skirt. Though her white blouse extended below her belly, it was clear that she was wearing a black, silky garter belt which held up her matching stockings.
She stepped out of the fallen garment and sat back on the edge of the bed. She spread her long, strong, shapely legs, her exposed womanhood facing her student.
Pit was waiting patiently, hoping the shuffling sounds of clothing and her talk of being a 'bad headmistress' meant what he thought it meant.
'Turn around and come here.' She ordered, after he endured what felt like an eternity of waiting.
Pit stiffly swivelled around, his erection still at full-mast with pants and underwear remaining around his ankles. He felt his blood run just a little bit hotter as he set eyes on her, sitting bottomless and spread eagle on the edge of the bed.
She was pointing at the ground between her legs, and he followed her instructions by moving there.
'Kneel down.' She said.
He did so, his arms rigidly at his sides.
His face was now right before her abdomen and crotch, the warmth from her soft yet powerful legs surrounding him. Her blonde patch of hair and pink alluring sex were just below his default eye-line. His heart was thumping hard, his shaft noticeably throbbing.
'Instead of making you lick clean my skirt, you will instead lick my pussy as punishment.' She said to the boy between her thighs.
'Yes, Miss Aran.' He responded, his wide eyes looking up at her face.
His gaze shifted to her womanhood, taking a second to compose himself.
Upon his knees, he shuffled right up close to his headmistress' personal zone. She placed one hand on the back of his head, her fingers slipping between his tufts of brown hair.
Her sex tingled as she felt his warm breath upon her lips.
Pit didn't keep her in suspense for too long, still eager to follow her commands. He craned his neck slightly, parted his lips and extended his rosy little tongue.
The headmistress exhaled as his warm oral muscle placed one uncertain yet tantalising lap against her folds. She tightened her grip upon his hair, as if out of appreciation and encouragement.
He took another lick, this time stroking across more of the surface area of her lips.
His eyes looked up into hers, as if for approval.
'Good boy.' She purred, toying with his hair with her fingertips. 'Keep going'.
Pit had not administered cunnilingus before, but she seemed to be indicating that he was doing well. The strong yearning of his own sex took a mental back seat as he concentrated on pleasuring his demanding horny headmistress.
He closed his eyes, continuing to place moist strokes all around that same area. There was something satisfying about touching her silky folds, even if it was with his tongue.
Miss Aran felt her blood run hot as her puffy pink lips were pleasured. Her whole vulva was now coated with a combination of her own arousal juices and her younger beau's saliva.
Soon, Pit raised his arms, wrapping his hands and wrists up and around her thighs for support. Miss Aran silently approved of this.
It wasn't long until she laid back on the bed, propped herself upon her elbows. Having heated up and broken out in a thin sweat, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse, exposing her black bra and the front of her upper body.
Pit continued to diligently work her over. He had got quite into the practice, placing long, sensual licks all over her pussy, paying particular attention to the firm spherical outcropping near the top of her ridges.
The headmistress was now softly humming and gasping, her breasts rising and falling with more power now. Opening his eyes, Pit greatly enjoyed the view looking across her body, seeing her open-mouthed and breathlessly looking back at him.
Miss Aran realised he was doing a little too well, both in terms of pacing the encounter and breaking character. She begrudged what she was about to say, given how well he had taken to eating her out.
'That's enough.' She said, sitting up off of the sheets. She attempted to maintain her authority, despite being highly aroused and partially naked.
Her student stopped and pulled away from her pussy and dropped his arms back to his sides.
She stood up, ordering him to do the same. She then knelt down on the floor before him, swiftly pulling the shoes, socks, trousers and the white pair of briefs off of him and casually throwing them aside.
He stood-stock still and allowed the headmistress to strip him of all but his shirt, gazing down her open blouse and her impressive cleavage. He desperately hoped what he had in mind was indeed what was coming next.
'Because you were good boy in pleasuring me,' Miss Aran said, making sure the unneeded clothes were out of the way, 'you've earned a reward'.
She shuffled in close to his body, his firmly upright sex now centimetres from her face, sitting down with her lower legs folded under her. She looked up at his face through her smart-looking glasses, a small, sultry smile on her lips.
'But you can't tell your parents about anything we do here today, is that clear?'
That seemed to be another command, though her harsh tone from earlier was long gone at this point.
'Yes, Miss Aran, I promise.'
Her smile creased a little wider at her student's eagerness. Her gaze then lowered down his body to has solid sex.
She raised her right arm, her digits wrapping around his warm, rock-hard shaft. His whole body trembled a little, his aching cock finally getting some much desired attention. She snaked her fingers around him, proceeding to grip him with her digits and palm. Her softness, her pressure and her own heat felt tremendous after all the build up.
The headmistress sensually and slowly began to stroke up and down his shaft, twisting her grip as she did so. She raised her other hand, cupping and then gently rubbing and squeezing his tight sack in her palm.
Pit's legs quivered and he expelled audibly heavy breathes as his headmistress deftly evoked and controlled these incredible carnal feelings. He felt so close to crossing the threshold of release, but he maintained his control. After all, she hadn't told him he could climax.
The headmistress didn't maintain this hand job up for long, however. Without a word, she ceased what she was doing and proceeded to reposition herself.
Her right hand stayed around his his sex, holding it in place, while her left now gripped him by the hip as she leaned her upper body in closer. She angled his length slightly downward with her hand, pointing it in the direction of her mouth.
Pit watched from above on tenterhooks as she leant right in and placed a delicate kiss on the small, skin-surrounded tip. Then, she pressed forward, taking his head inside her open lips.
Pit groaned as his raw sex was slid inside this hot, moist enclosure, being slid over the surface of her tongue. He watched her head move towards his body, quickly enveloping his shaft as it went.
He soon felt his tender head press into the tighter cavity of Miss Aran's throat. His hands, which had been quivering rigidly in the air for the last few seconds, suddenly went to the back of her head.
This unsanctioned move didn't appear to bother the headmistress though, as she continued to take him further inside her oral cavity. It took all of Pit's willpower to not cum right then and there, inside the tingling tightness of her oesophagus.
Eventually, her nose, followed by the rest of her face, pushed right up against his body, having taken several centimetres of his cock down her neck. She kept him enclosed within her for several seconds, the majority of her upper face pressed against his abdomen and shirt while his tight balls rested upon her chin.
Pit's whole body trembled while they stayed interlocked, his teeth gritted as he battled the strong carnal urge to let lose.
After what felt like an incredibly long time, the headmistress began to slowly pull back, gradually sliding his solid shaft out from deep within her. Pit felt every surface, every wall of her wonderful passageway stroke his now moisture-coated tender length as it emerged.
As his tip found itself back on the surface of her tongue, Miss Aran parted her lips and took in oxygen through her mouth and nose, her magnificent breasts heaving under her black bra as she inhaled.
After a few calm and controlled breaths she resumed pleasuring his length with her mouth, bobbing back and fourth on him, teasing and sucking the upper half of his throbbing shaft. Her long blonde ponytail gently shook as her neck and head smoothly moved backward and forward, her whole being seemingly dedicated to giving him the most incredible fellatio imaginable.
The sounds of her tongue and mouth working him over plus her soft vocal hums further enhanced the eroticism. Pit too was emitting quiet, agitated moans with her every forward motion, his fingertips now firmly pressing into the back of her head.
He felt like he wanted this amazing experience to last forever, but his enflamed balls were almost painful from the length of time he had been holding back. He felt the last shreds of his endurance falling away as he looked down, watching her diligently and deftly suckling on his throbbing and hypersensitive dick.
'Headmistress... I can't hold on... much longer...' he uttered.
Miss Aran pulled herself back, slipping his slick shaft from her mouth. She took it in her left hand, starting to pump it in her firm grip as she licked her glossy lips, before looking up at him.
'Then let it come. Don't hold back.' She instructed, a serious but not severe air about her.
With her right hand she reached up to his left hand, which was still upon her head. Taking it, she guiding it towards his body and transferred it onto her left, which was still vigorously caressing his shaft. He wrapped his hands around her fingers as they both worked to stoke him towards his impending climax.
However, she soon withdrew both her hands, sitting back slightly. The momentum and the desire to hit his zenith kept Pit wildly rubbing his hard length.
Miss Aran looked back up at him with a confident expression and a small, oddly inspiring smile on the corners of her lips.
'Pit, I want to feel it on my skin.' She commanded, her collected tone of voice betrayed by a surge of passion and desire.
She pulled open her blouse a little more, tucking the edges around the sides of her breasts, further revealing the supple curves of her heaving bosom.
This was another odd, foreign sexual situation for Pit, but he had neither the time nor wherewithal to question it.
He stoked his sex fast and hard, the warm lubricant left behind from his headmistress making his motions even easier and smoother. He felt like he was sweating all-over, feeling light-headed from his elevated, deep breathes and the raw pleasure building in his loins. His partially extended wings fluttered slightly in time with his self-ministrations.
His eyes were fixed on his awaiting lover, her form burning into his vision, as he drew on her visage to fuel his climax. Still sitting on her lower legs, her palms were resting on her thighs as she leant her upper body towards the end of his sex. He particularly focused the tops of her wonderful breasts, hoping that he would have the chance to play with them later.
'That's it Pit, I need to feel it on my body.' She urged, her steely gaze looking up at him over the frames of her sexy glasses.
Pit groaned loudly, feeling something deep within him finally burst through a once-resilient barrier. His tight, swollen stones trembled and loosened, and what felt like a red hot tidal wave began to surge fourth.
His body shook as his breathes became noticeably harder and louder. Mistress Aran parted her moist lips and extended the tip of her pink tongue.
Pit pumped his sex with reckless abandon. His vision dimmed and his breathes reverberated loudly in his ears. That incredible rushing sensation in his loins was almost becoming too much for him.
It was coming, it was unstoppable, and it felt glorious.
Finally, Pit grunted loud and hard and bent over slightly as his shaft violently spasmed and fired fourth. Simultaneously, an overpowering burst of ecstasy swept over him, and his wings swiftly spread to full length upon his back. He let out a another deeper, sustained groan, his electrifying essence surging uninterrupted through and out of his pulsating cock.
Miss Aran gasped softly as the first hot, sticky streak of his seed landed across her left cheek and left lens of her glasses. Almost immediately was she then splashed by a second string, then a third, then a fourth, her left cheek, mouth, tongue and chin being painted with the youthful, creamy essence.
It kept on coming, coating the same parts of her face with multiple layers. Some spurts landed upon her exposed collar bone and tops of her breasts, with a few extra drops drizzling down from her chin.
She excitedly accepted it all, adoring the sensation of the tingling substance of life upon her smooth, feminine skin. She kept her mouth open and tongue extended the whole time, happy to wait until he stopped giving, her breathing elevated in the meantime.
With her glasses acting as eye protection, she was able to keep her lids open to see most of what was going on. She loved the image of her cute, climaxing lover, hunched over and all but paralysed in ecstasy besides his jacking fist.
Finally, after several long, glorious seconds, everything began to subside for Pit. The feelings of raw, unstrained pleasure began to diminish and fatigue started to encroach upon him. His masculine flow went from a vigorous, continual pumping to a meagre trickle. His self stimulation slowed appropriately, with his wings slowly folding back to a resting state.
Descending from his moment of madness, the result of what he'd done was coming into focus. Samus - Miss Aran, rather, was looking up at him, her face and chest dripping in his... product.
His immediate emotional response was almost that of horror, having committed what seemed like a messy and grave faux pas. However, Samus - in character or otherwise - did not appear perturbed in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact, as her sultry eyes and heaving chest indicated that she was more than pleased with being coated with his cum. She had asked him to do it, after all.
His flow having all but ceased, the older woman proceeded to lick around her mouth, collecting more of his still-warm seed with her tongue before swallowing it down.
Her steely gaze not breaking eye contact, she took both hands and began to rub the fluid that had pooled around her neckline and tops of her breasts into her skin. This was another strange action to Pit, but he couldn't deny how sexy she made it look.
Weak all over and not sure what to do next, he stood slouching, covered in sweat and breathing deeply as he continued to watch her. His sagging balls were now thoroughly spent, his previously rock hard shaft now starting to soften.
Samus wiped the majority of his cum from her cheek and chin into her mouth and swallowed, proceeding to move toward his gentling shrinking sex. Holding him by the thigh and the shaft, she took his member into her mouth once more, gently milking the last drops of seed from him.
He rested his trembling hands upon her head as she sucked him clean. He knew he should feel inclined to go again as she toyed with his sex, but he almost ached from fatigue after that amazing climax. All that he wanted to do right this moment was to rest.
Headmistress Aran, not yet done with playing with her youthful lover, would let him get some rest. However, she was far from done with the bad little boy today.
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