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Samus' Heavenly Bounty	By : JustS Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 54928 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Six: Extracurricular Lessons
Pit found himself being scooped up in Samus' strong arms. Still fatigued from his incredible climax, he did nothing to resist her moving his limp form.
Her hold was welcoming and warm, so he was a little disappointed when she turned and laid him down upon the bed. She was gentle, making sure his wings where spread out properly beneath him and she placed him upon the sheets.
She stroked a hand across his forehead and through his locks, looking down upon his tired features. With her other hand, she removed her stained pair of glasses and set them down on the bedside table, her sharp emerald eyes now clearly visible once more.
His head propped up on one of the pillows, Pit took in her towering visage. Despite her dishevelled, half-clothed state she still exuded power and even with his sex drive exhausted he couldn't help but admire her aesthetics. Her open blouse displayed her taught stomach and ample breasts in a new light. Her rosy cheeks and the space between her neck and bra were still glistening. Her confident eyes and her faintly smirking lips showed glimmers of warmth and affection – an expression he was very familiar with from their first night together.
He searched her face for evidence to indicate if she was still in character or not. He found no definitive answer either way. Since the physical part of this encounter had begun, she had been acting in a manner that was pretty much indistinguishable from her usual self.
After a few short but sweet strokes of his bangs with her thumb, she withdrew her hand.
'You rest up for me. I'll be back in a moment.'
She moved around the bed, heading toward the small bathroom. Naturally, Pit watched her as she went, eyeing her shapely legs in those stockings and her beautiful butt peaking out from beneath her blouse. As he watched her disappear into the adjoining room, he couldn't help feel happy with himself, even if he didn't outwardly show it.
He laid back, content just to stay still and rest like Samus had instructed. Completely naked besides his shirt, he embraced the drying, cooling atmosphere of the synthetic gunship. It was no spring breeze, but his nearly bare body found it pleasant.
Just as his faintly tired mind began to wander, he heard the hissing sound of the bathroom door opening.
He looked to his right to see Samus strut slowly out of the doorway. She had removed her blouse, thus revealing more of her upper body and leaving it just adorned with that black satin bra. The thin-strapped garment looked like it was barely supporting her impressive bosom and let him see even more of her enticing flesh.
Her long, strong legs were still held in black translucent stockings, suspending with the similarly coloured garter belt. Otherwise, she was still very much on display to him.
The only other change from when he set eyes on her was that it looked like she'd washed her face and chest clean. However, she was acting a little differently now.
She turned to face him, sticking her right hip out and placing her hand upon it.
'I see that you've made yourself comfortable on my bed.' She said.
Her lips creased into a wider, sultry smile.
'I've always liked enthusiastic students.'
Pit returned her assured and amorous attitude with the usual awestruck expression he gave in even faintly arousing situations.
Samus, seemingly still Ms. Aran, slowly began to move toward the bed, placing one leg smoothly before the other. As she did so, she reached up behind her head, pulling the tie from her hair bun. She shook her head and her tightly held blonde locks unfurled and spread out behind her, hanging freely upon her shoulders like a glorious golden waterfall.
'Now that we're away from school and in my home, there's so many more naughty things we can do.' She continued, throwing the hair tie to the floor.
Pit's heartbeat had increased in intensity as the seductive Ms. Aran reached the side of the bed.
'My husband is out of town on a business trip, so we can make as much noise and as much of a mess as we want.'
Pit was alarmed for a second, almost as if his conscience had sprung to life all of a sudden. Of course, with this all being role play there was no husband and thus no moral implications. Well, no more than this human woman sleeping with an ostensibly teenage angel. There was also no chance of Pit getting found out or in trouble with said husband. However, this extra element to the story, such as it was, added another element of danger, another layer of smut – one that Pit welcomed.
Ms. Aran – or should that be 'Mrs. Aran' now? - reached behind her back with both hands. After a couple of seconds her bra seemed to loosen. She then moved her shoulder and arms in front of her body, slightly pushing her breasts together and dipping her upper body suggestively toward Pit. The opened garment's straps slipped down her arms, its cups pulling away from her breasts. Finally the satin item fell completely from her body, landing on and floor and leaving her completely topless.
'I wonder what my husband would think if he saw us together.' She said, her smile even broader and more devious now.
She climbed on to the bed, her nylon stockings buzzing from the friction of the bed sheets as she glided towards his waiting form. She sidled up tight next to him, her warm and nearly naked figure alongside his equally bare body. Lying on her left flank with her front facing him, she propped her upper body up on her left forearm and elbow.
Pit's face was now millimetres from her proud, milky breasts and their firm pink nipples. His eyes were so close that he couldn't admire them in the entirety, though he did marvel at the tiny details of her white skin.
Still with an amorous smile upon her lips, Ms. Aran slipped her left hand between the pillow and the back of Pit's head. Reaching the other side of his face, she took hold of his left cheek and gently pulled his head towards her chest.
Finding his face pressed against her pillowy left breast, Pit instantly got the idea. He started to place kisses upon the wonderfully soft and shapely mound, glad to finally be able to touch her bosom in some way. He sat up a little and turned to face her slightly, getting in a better position to help him explore the womanly hillocks with his lips.
The headmistress' chest and breasts rose as she inwardly sighed.
'That's a good boy, Pit.' She then purred, still cradling his head to her bosom.
His lips had made a trail of sweet, soft kisses across to her areola and then to her nipple. Having sightlessly found the firmly protruding bud, they placed one kiss upon it before wrapping themselves around it.
Much like an infant, the angel boy began to suckle on the rosy teat, squeezing it between his moist lips.
Ms. Aran let out a low, pleased hum and started to caress the back of Pit's head with the fingers on her left hand.
Seemingly emboldened by the state of affairs, the boy reached across with his previously inert left hand and placed it upon her right breast. The headmistress was a little surprised about this display of initiative but she was content to allow it.
His fingers pressed into the smooth and squashy mammary, quickly beginning to compress it with his fingers and palm. His touch was confident but tender, sensually squeezing and caressing the wonderful orb.
Her engorged nipple was repeatedly ground against his firm palm, causing little sparks of pleasure within her. Her other teat was still being diligently suckled upon, now feeling hot and moist from the angel boy's oral ministrations. He would occasionally open his mouth and caress a wider area of her breast with his lips, almost is if making out with it. He would utilise his tongue, dragging it around the surface of her areola and the edges of her nipple, intermittently licking and flicking at her tip.
There was a contented smile upon her lips and a rosiness upon her cheeks as she observed what was happening. With Pit completely enthralled with caressing her womanly mounds, she gazed over his nearly naked body. She noticed that his sex was still limp and shrunken between between his legs, likely still exhausted from before. That wasn't a problem for now but she needed him back and up running soon.
In an effort to help him on his way to recovery and to show appreciation for his current caressing, she took her right hand and slipped it between his closed, side-lying legs. She sensually began to rub and squeeze his inner right thigh, enjoying the feeling of his taught, masculine yet youthful skin and muscles in this warm, closed space.
She let her hand travel up and down this space, the top of it occasionally and purposely rubbing up against his tender, slumbering genitals. Soon, she let her digits slip from between his legs and begin to caress his hairless sack, gently rubbing his small, joy-filled orbs. She got a little bit of a kick thinking about the wonderful essences contained in there, and how she anticipated them filling her up.
This heavy-petting session continued for many long, wordless minutes. Soon, Ms. Aran pulled Pit's head from her bosom. He looked up at her with big blue eyes, his face a little flushed, seemingly wondering what was to happen next.
'Lie down on your front now.' She said, her soft and tender tone light years away from her earlier domineering one.
Still ever obedient, Pit did as he was told. He rolled in place onto his belly, resting his right cheek on the pillow to still face her. The headmistress removed her hands from him so he could do this unobstructed, watching him end up with his cute, rosy posterior pointing upwards.
'Good boy.' She said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his upward facing left cheek.
Keeping her face right up close to his, she proceeded to reorient the rest of her body. Rising to her knees and hands, she confidently and collected moved astride his lying form, before lowering herself on her front against his nearly-naked body
The headmistress' ample breasts and firm nipples pressed against the bases of both of Pit's wings, her athletic belly resting against his lower back and butt. Her powerful legs squeezed up against the outside of as much of his lower limbs as their length would allow.
With the rest of her body apparently in its chosen, all-encompassing position, Ms. Aran tilted her head to the left to parallel him and began to nuzzle against his cheek and ear.
Pit's skin broke out in pleasurably little goosebumps as he experienced her right up in his personal space in this manner. Not only did the warmth and friction of her movements right up against his head thrill him, but so did the loud sound of her breathes up close to his ear.
Pit felt a little spark of life in his slumbering sex, feeling it begin to bulge ever-so-slightly into the bed's surface.
As his older lover rubbed amorously against the side of his head, her body also subtly writhed against his, causing a tantalising friction between clothes, feathers and flesh.
'Headmistress is going to look after you,' she eventually whispered next his ear, 'but you have to promise not to tell your parents. My husband can't find out either... he'd be very upset too. Do you understand?'
'Y-yes, headmistress...' Pit replied, also whispering either through pleasure or unconsciously matching her mannerism.
Ms. Aran began to place kisses upon him. Starting at his cheek and ear, her glossy lips gradually moved to the side of his neck. As she placed these slow and sensual pecks she subtly reached her right arm out and picked up two items from her bedside table.
Taking them with her as she went, she began she slither down his body, retreating back as she rose up on her knees. She placed the two mystery items on the duvet behind her, temporarily positioning herself so her face was above Pit's youthful, pushed-together thighs.
Her attention was on his pert posterior, a facet of his body that she was particularly enamoured with. The skin on his pillowy cheeks was still pink from his earlier spanking, but its surface was undamaged and superbly smooth.
She pushed his shirt up, so it wasn't covering any part of his wonderful buns. Staying up on her knees, then she bent further down, moving her face towards his rump. She placed an initial kiss upon his right cheek, the pliable skin depressing slightly from the loving force of her lips. She wrapped her fingers around his hips, gently gripping him as she placed more kisses upon his springy surface.
She soon switched cheek, given his left buttock some much needed attention. Even though she thoroughly enjoyed spanking his squidgy little buns, she was glad she hadn't done any real damage to their pristine forms. She smiled slightly as she enjoyed them against her mouth, knowing that Pit probably had no idea what she had planned next.
Her pupil found the amount of attention his headmistress was giving his butt to be... different. Unusual was perhaps not the word, given how relatively inexperienced he was with her sexual behaviour and how unusual this whole day had been. As he had learned though, different and unusual were not necessarily bad things.
Eventually, Ms. Aran ceased showing affection to his backside and rose upright on her knees. During this pause in pleasuring, Pit didn't attempt to look back to see what his lover was doing as he hadn't been told to move but he thought she might have been removing even more of her clothes.
Unbeknownst to him, his headmistress was making use of the items she had taken from her night stand. She had slipped on what amounted to black thong with a dildo pointing out of the crotch area. She was lubricating the matching-coloured and smooth rubbery phallus with a tiny bottle of liquid. The shaft was relatively short and narrow, only about four inches long and one and a half centimetres in girth, which she had specifically picked so it wouldn't overwhelm her conquest.
With her strap-on device now sufficiently lubricated, the headmistress positioned herself on her knees, either side of the awaiting boy's thighs. With one hand guiding her artificial phallus, her other went to his right butt cheek, spreading it to one side.
Pit remained puzzled at what was happening outside of his view but didn't react. Despite being in the dark on what she had planned by now he trusted her judgement.
Ms. Aran both shuffled closer and lowered her body towards his. Suddenly, he felt a small, firm and pointed shape pressing against his anus. The cool, smooth and slick sensation of it was yet another foreign feeling to him, yet it felt oddly welcoming.
'Just relax now.' His older lover urged.
Ms. Aran slowly but firmly lowered herself closer towards him, primarily using her hips to put pressure behind the phallic object at her pupil's entrance. Pit's ring of muscles tingled under this new insisting force, reacting to the object trying to push itself inside.
Before he could fully comprehend the situation, the tip successfully pressed inside him. Unable to decide how to react, he lay still and allowed Ms. Aran to continue.
She gently proceeded to close the gap between their two bodies, slowly but firmly pushing the shaft into Pit's virgin anus. One hand still guiding the bottom of the fake member as it went in, her other grabbed one of her student's boyish hips, using it as support.
Pit's passageway tingled as it was stretched by this slick, probing length. While he wasn't in pain, it wasn't the most comfortable experience. He knew that these muscles weren't used to this sort of treatment, so maybe they would adapt. Still, there was something tantalising about the situation. Being penetrated was not something he had ever considered but this felt surprisingly good.
Many questions raced through his mind in that moment, like why his body reacted positively to this act and if this is what sex felt like for females. Regardless of his mental state, his arousal was obvious as his sex has now swollen to about half-mast, pressed between him and the stretchy surface of the mattress.
The headmistress slid the last centimetres of her stand-in member inside her lover, pressing her crotch and hips firmly against Pit's squashy butt cheeks as her legs surrounded his. She proceeded to lay down flat against him like she had previously, though her body was a little further up his compared to last time.
With Pit face-down in the pillow, Ms. Aran nuzzled her left cheek and chin against the upper part of his face and her hands proceeded to rub up and down his biceps and shoulders. She sighed amorously and loudly, her body once again completely bearing down on him.
Sensing no signs of discomfort from Pit regarding from this anal incursion, she continued as she had planned.
Spreading her legs so she took a wider stance, she gently began to roll her hips, allowing the strap-on sex to move subtly in and out of her precious pupil. She loved the sensation of her lower torso grinding against his soft buns.
As her body gyrated and ground, the fabric of thong and her end of the shaft rubbed against her sensitive zone slightly, however the device was primarily designed for giving pleasure, not receiving it. She would have to wait longer to receive some more meaningful attention – a wait she was willing to endure while she penetrated her favourite pupil.
Her grinding gradually increased in tempo and force, slowly intensifying the probing of the shaft and the bristling of their skin. Imperceptibly, she soon transitioned to a thrusting motion, now making slow downward drives with her wide and powerful hips. She had also now planted her palms upon the bed either side of her conquest, using her strong arms to support further steady and deft drives with her lower torso.
Not quite content with the current position, Ms. Aran shortly decided to change things up slightly. Keeping her stand-in shaft held within Pit, she motioned for the receiver to spread his legs by nudging said limbs with her own. He quickly got the idea, parting them and thus giving his headmistress more than enough space to place her own legs between his.
Ms. Aran rearranged her partner's stance further, raising her upper body off of him and using her thighs to spread his limbs even wider. Through a combination of this plus his own initiative, Pit rose up a little on his knees, resulting in his butt being pointed further skyward and thus giving his lover better access.
The dominating blonde smiled to herself. His subtle self-repositioning all but confirmed that he was indeed enjoying being pegged in this manner.
Buoyed a little by this, the headmistress was inspired to get a bit more aggressive. Keeping her hands planted either side of his body, she resumed thrusting inside the angel boy once more, but this time she swiftly moved to make quicker and more forceful drives from her stomach, hips and crotch.
Soft moans were now intermittently escaping Pit's lips, his face still buried in the pillow. Floating in the unusual pleasures of the situation, his trust in his knowledgable lover was once again was paying off.
Ms. Aran was lightly panting too, the process of ploughing Pit's perky behind proving to be somewhat physically exerting. Both of their nearly naked bodies had begun to glisten with perspiration, particularly hers.
Samus greatly enjoyed this new level of supremacy over her 'pupil', even if she wasn't taking much direct physical feedback from it. In many ways, this was the ultimate dominating position for a female, being on top and screwing the male in the back passage. She got a kick out of the powerful predicament, but she couldn't wait to get Pit's wonderful sex back into the action, to to mention her own.
Unable to get a good view of her over his shoulder, Pit could only mentally picture the scene of the strong, beautiful bounty hunter - or rather, headmistress - ploughing him. He pictured the tall, dominating figure laying across his smaller, splayed form, her lower torso and wide hips powerfully thrusting against his ass. With every aggressive drive her wonderfully toned muscles and skin nevertheless subtly jiggled and her free hair and breasts gently flicking back and fourth.
This vision of erotic beauty, not to mention the immense pleasure being imparted upon him, encapsulated why Pit currently felt like the luckiest guy in all the known worlds.
After several long minutes of firm ass pounding, Ms. Aran suddenly slowed to her ministrations back down to a slow, sensual grind. She bent her upper body back down close to his, taking her right hand and reaching underneath him. She found and grabbed hold of his sex, sightlessly beginning to do a preliminary caress of it. She was happy to find that it seemed to be back up to full length and thickness.
'Looks like someone's woken back up.' She said amorously, giving his engorged sex a few rewarding rubs.
She then sat back, raising herself up on her knees. She withdrew her hands and gently slid the fake phallus from his butt hole, proceeding to take off the entire strap-on garment and throw it to the floor. She was once again clothed in just her black, form-hugging stockings and garter belt.
Up on her knees once again she pulling him by the waist with both of her hands until he sat up. She held him against her front, his buttocks squashed against her hips while her breasts similarly pressed against his upper back and wings. Her arms now reached around his taught belly and crossed themselves, hugging the young boy securely against her.
Her head over his right shoulder, she proceeded to nuzzle and kiss the side of face and neck once again.
'Playtime's nearly over,' she purred next to his ear. 'you're going to get what you wanted.'
Pit wasn't sure what she meant by this. Does she mean that they were dropping the role-playing act?
His lover's hands then found their way to the bottom of his shirt, firmly taking hold and lifting the garment upwards. He helped her remove the garment, raising up his arms and folding down his wings to make the fiddly process as simple as possible.
Having liberated the troublesome item, the bold blonde tossed it away to a far corner of the room. She then grabbed Pit by the hips and pulled him against her once more.
Her lips were at his ear again, her breathy voice tingling his lobe.
'You're going to get to fuck your headmistress... fuck me, just like you wanted.'
Pit felt his already fully erect member hardened up even more as a result of her filthy, desire-laden words. As much as he revelled in Samus controlling him, part of him yearned to cut loose, to bundle up all of these burning, lustful feelings and inflict them upon her. Maybe he would get that chance today.
Samus', or Ms. Aran's, arms tucked between his again and reached the front of his body. Her hands found their way to his neckline, before she proceeded to firmly and sensually run her fingers, palms and forearms down his pectorals, chest and belly.
She felt him quiver a little against her, sensing him exhale a pleasured breath.
She couldn't resist sending her hands a little lower. It wouldn't hurt to double-check that he was still eagerly standing ready.
Her fingers smoothly pushed down across the surface of his abs, reaching his most personal area. Her left set slid down, briefly touching his left inner thigh, before cupping around his soft, hanging pouch. Her right digits wrapped themselves around his member, finding that is was, indeed, still rock solid and pointed rigidly upwards.
She was fully aware that he needed no further encouragement at this point, but she couldn't help but toy with his manhood just a little bit more. She smoothly and slowly rubbed the length of his fleshy shaft in her grip, gently caressing his tender balls within their clammy, hairless sack.
She would've liked to bring him to a climax in this manner but she'd decided that the big moment was finally here.
Pit felt disappointed as the headmistress' warm, deft fingers departed from his most sensitive parts. Before he could comprehend what was going on, she had moved around him and was laying down upon the bed.
Lying on her back, her head elevated by the pillow, his headmistress looked up at him with a familiar naughty and desire-filled smile upon her lips. Seeing her stretched out like this before him, wearing nothing but that pair of stockings, made Pit's blood burn.
'You've wanted to do this ever since you first set eyes on me in school.' She said, her voice filled with boldness and lust.
She bent her knees and spread her legs, presenting herself to him.
Pit's eyes her were immediately and uncontrollably drawn to space between her legs, namely her cute, trimmed patch of golden hair and her enticing, glistening pink folds.
She reached down her body and began to run her fingers all around her vulva, partly pleasing herself and partly teasing him.
'Now's your chance.'
Pit felt something ignite inside him, as if his blood was surging at molten temperatures. It was not just simply the wonderful aesthetic of her, in all of her soft and silky womanly glory, splayed out before him. Both in and out of character, Samus Aran laid before him, urging him, and only him, to ravish her.
With no doubts in his mind about what both his own body and his older lover wanted, he moved on his knees between her spread legs. He felt her body heat, particularly from her hot and eager sex, radiating upon his own as he pulled in close.
He intrepidly took his throbbing shaft in his right hand, yet he wasn't certain of the best way to proceed. However, he somehow certain that no matter what, he would soon be inside her.
Samus laid still and watched as he bent over her lower body, reaching his left arm over her right hip and planting his hand upon the bed's surface. She could barely contain her cool, collected veneer, let alone her character, as she witnessed the toned, glistening boy take up position, his face partly covered by his sweat-sodden brunette fringe as he attempted to penetrate her.
Knowing that he had not once done so of his own accord, her right hand made the short transition from her sex to his. Her digits wrapped around the top of his shaft, guiding his tip to her entrance. Her other hand took him by the hip, as both firmly encouraged him to move in even closer.
Both of their sexes finally met, with his rounded head nestling in just the right place between her ridges.
In that moment, both of them halted. Pit looked up at the face of his taller partner, as she looked back at him. That familiar look of naïve awe and rosy-cheeked arousal were upon his features, yet it he somehow looked more determined and confident than usual. Samus was reminded of how impressive he had looked during the battle against Tabuu.
Her expression was also not quite what Pit was used to. While her glimmering emerald gaze and her flushed cheeks showed a familiar desire, her usual naughty smile had diminished almost completely. Her narrowed eyes and softer composure suggested that she was not her usual controlled self and that she desperately yearned for his next move. He also loved seeing her beautiful golden locks splayed wildly underneath her.
After that brief exchange, the pair resumed their movements, both unwilling to delay any further. Samus continued pulling him toward her, while Pit began to place all of his force behind his lower body.
The angel boy's tip pressed inside the eager folds, its rounded shape easily pushing into Samus' soft, slick yet tight core.
They both watched as Pit lowered himself further, slowly but firmly sliding more and more of his length within.
Samus reached her legs up and hooked them over his, the downward pull of her thighs encouraging him to keep going. Both of her hands were doing the same, now gripping his masculine hips.
Still watching their sexes unify, Pit planted his right hand upon the bed next to her left flank, mirroring his other. With this better braced position, he used just his hips and lower back, not to mention her encouragement, to complete the wonderful combination of bodies.
He felt his balls come to a rest against the soft underside of her butt, the space between the bodies having closed as his entire member was now sheathed within her.
Her pussy felt so inviting and warm, like it was giving his cock a warm yet carnal hug.
Likewise for Samus, she felt both thrilled and relieved to finally have his solid, hot shaft filling her core. Right now, she felt like she never wanted it to leave.
Pit looked briefly up to her face, almost as if to confirm that he was doing everything right. He was glad to see signs of happiness and relief creeping across her once desperate, yearning features.
His expression projecting boldness and determination, Pit slowly began to move. With no prompting from her, using his legs, lower back and hips, he began to pull his shaft back. Maintaining a cautious yet sensually slow pace he then gently but firmly pushed himself back in, burying himself to the hilt inside her womanhood once more.
He repeated the cycle, fully savouring how Samus' silken pussy stroked his sensitive cock as he withdrew and then pushed it back inside. He did it once again, observing how his lover seemed content to lay back and enjoy it too, her tantalised yet steady breathes recurring as her chest rose and fell.
Slowly but surely he began to increase his speed, making shorter and swifter thrusts into the Amazon-like blonde. Her hands had made their way to his buttocks, gradually gripping them harder as he increased his voracity as if to encourage him further.
With the initial fiddly penetration out of the way and all the right signs emanating from Samus, Pit gradually and imperceptibly let his body take complete control. His system flooded with testosterone and positivity, he slipped into an elated and almost hypnotic state. Almost like a magic spell, his biology took over, running his physical movements automatically.
This state was almost impossible to conceptualise. He was both there and not at once - overcome by an overwhelming and intoxicating urge just to thrust inside his mate. He felt like he was invincible and unstoppable, somehow in complete control of everything he perceived.
He soon found his carnal drives had reached a good tempo, his speed and momentum allowing for optimal thrusts against Samus' mound. His drives were now unconsciously being punctuating with audible heavy breathes with intermittent growls and groans.
Samus was surprised, even amazed, at how well he'd taken to this position. Though she adored toying with and dominating him, she couldn't help but find this new, confident Pit to be thrilling. She also felt somewhat proud of him, as if she had just witnessed him develop as a person.
Watching his toned, youthful body dedicating its strength to thrusting his manhood inside her, she couldn't help but be caught up in its vigorous glory. She had planned to continue to role play at this point, crying out lines like 'You're so much better than my husband!', but now she was too swept away in the carnal passion of the moment, the real moment, to maintain the façade. Right now, she wanted to be her – Samus Aran, bounty hunter – being ravished by the simultaneously cute and fierce angel boy Pit.
Spellbound by Pit's spirited and joyous ministrations, she had since begun her own heavy repeating breathes, forced upwards and through her lips with each of his impacts against her. She had also reached her long, strong legs up and crossed them over his lower back and butt, as if to prevent him going anywhere.
Pit looked up to her face, seeing her expression twisted in exertion yet deep pleasure. If he had been a foot or so taller, he would have had the luxury of staring directly down at her features while he ploughed her in this manner. Instead his default eye-line was the crease of her collar bones and her beautiful breasts – an acceptable trade-off.
Aiding Pit's wonderful strokes was the springy surface of the bed, which bounced their rutting bodies back slightly after every drive, helping to maintain a quick and smooth momentum.
Fully blocking out the world around them, the only sounds the unlikely lovers could hear were the unrelenting slapping of flesh and the ragged breathes and exclamations that escaped each others' lips. Neither cared that their taught bodies were covered in thin layers of perspiration, and that beads of sweat occasionally dripped from Pit's forehead and neck onto spattered onto and around Samus' breasts.
Pit increased the ferocity of this drives. He didn't know why. In his this animalistic, hazy state he simply knew that he should.
As if in response to this change, Samus' hands, having moved from his ass cheeks down to the bed a while ago, now reached up and grasped his biceps tightly, her fingers digging so hard that her nails were in danger of cutting into his skin.
Breaths and moans began emanating from her lips more loudly and frequently than ever before. Between his fast and firm drives and through the heavy gasps and erotic mutterings Pit soon heard her say:
'Fuck... Pit... I can't hold it anymore...'
Regardless of his hazy, almost automatic state, Pit knew what that meant. He swiftly proceeded to kick things up to the highest gear possible, starting to thrust against her mound with all of his speed and might.
Samus' breathy cries increased exponentially as she sped towards her climax. With whatever energy he had not reserved for driving his body and cock back and fourth, Pit willed himself towards his own orgasm, urging himself to synchronise his release with his lover's.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down against her body, his forehead pressed against her neckline, and the majority of his face wedged between her cleavage.
Her legs across his back were now tighter than ever, forcing him to work even harder to make his fast, ferocious drives inside her. To get more leverage, he slipped his hands up her flanks and under her back, holding her shoulder blades tightly.
Clutching her from both sides with his face against her rising and falling chest, he dug deep to satisfy their frenzied carnal desires. His wings were standing elevated at 75 degree angles, their muscles tensed as if they were also helping him brace himself to create more powerful pounds.
The bounty hunter continued to moan breathy gasps and expletives as the two wildly rutted together at a breakneck pace. Finally, upon hearing her squeal his name, Pit felt a release deep within his loins, his body breaking past his point of no return. He wholly embraced the powerful rising wave of ecstasy yet he tried to ride it and prolong it until the very last moment.
Still maintaining his deep, powerful thrusts, he began to utter drawn out, monosyllabic grunts. Both his and his lover's own vocalisations of ecstasy blurred together as they reached fever-pitch, intertwining with the thick sounds of thudding, moist flesh.
At last, Samus' crescendo of cries finally ended with a powerful, strangled exclaimation as ecstasy surged through her every cell. Her back arching upward, she held her mate as tightly to her as possible, her arms, hands and legs grasping him to the point of pain. Her whole body shook, her pussy squeezing around Pit's rod and releasing a copious amount of sweet cum upon him.
As if triggered by his lover's final throes, Pit reached his own zenith. He didn't hold back, groaning hard into Samus' swelling cleavage as he felt his own orgasm ripping through him. He slammed his hips into his lover one last time, sheathing the entirety of his pulsing rod into her constricting pussy.
Samus' flesh broke out in goosebumps as Pit came inside her. His hot, viscous essence felt incredible as it exploded forth, continuing to spurt at pace as it began to pool in her belly. It felt equally as amazing for him, pumping the fruit of his twitching and pulsing loins inside the bounty hunter's wonderful tight pussy.
Their long, overlapping final moans dissolved into heavy breathes but their bodies stayed locked together. Samus, her head tilted back into the pillow, continued to clutch Pit tightly to her, with her powerful hands, arms and crossed calves making it impossible for him to pull away.
Not that Pit wanted to. His body weighing down on her with his forearms and hands clutching her back, he kept his member pressed within her snug, warm sex, his body content to keep pumping seed within her. His sweat-soaked forehead rested against her neckline and his face against her cleavage, his head rising and falling with each swelling of her chest.
They stayed like this for what must have only been a few seconds, savouring the euphoric feelings for as long as they could.
Eventually, their highs began to subside. Muscles began to loosen and even ache. Minds began to return to a state of normality, just with substantially less vigour.
Samus relaxed her body, her muscles sinking against the softness of the bed and its pillow. She stretched out her long legs, which were fatigued from staying in the air and holding him so tightly. She draped them across Pit's thighs, resting her tired limbs yet still keeping Pit from leaving her. She also ran both her hands leisurely down his flanks, ending up playfully gripping his cute little buns.
Pit also relaxed, laying peacefully and still on top of her now. Facing his right, his head rested upon the slopes of her cushioning breasts, her chest rising and falling a lot more gently now. His once vigorous flow had reduced to a trickle, his previously thick sex now starting to soften.
They spent several long moments on this fatigued yet blissful, wordless state. It didn't bother them how sweaty and sticky they were.
Eventually, Pit broke the silence, softly posing a question but without moving.
'Samus... was any of that last part... role-playing?'
The already blissful smile upon her lips widened.
'No, that was very real.' She replied, kneading his pillowy butt cheeks a little with both sets of her fingers.
Emboldened by her feedback on his performance, Pit decided to ask an important question. Ever since he'd received her message about this second meeting, it had been on his mind. He really wanted to know the answer to it going forward.
He lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes. There was a serious and somewhat brave expression upon his face.
'Are we... a regular thing now?'
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