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A Matter Of Persuasion	By : DrkVrtx Category: +G through L > Kid Icarus Views: 5000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Matter Of Persuasion
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The room was cold and dark, the dim light of torch brackets failing to pierce deep beyond the shadows that fell across the ground. The form of the self-reinstated queen was likewise hidden within a shroud of fluid darkness that curved around her body, bright and narrow eyes shining like stars. Pittoo folded his arms and pressed his lips together in a tight line as he regarded the Queen.

"I should follow you? Why?"

"Surely as the opposite of Palutena's precious angel, you are inclined to the darkness", she answered. "Your servitude to me is all but written into your destiny".

"I am Pit's opposite", Pittoo agreed, "and he is a gullible fool".

The Queen shifted in her seat, seeming to adjust herself into a more comfortable position. "Delightful".

"You want me to serve you, Medusa? You'll have to give me a somewhat decent reason to start with".

They matched stares for a long moment then, Pittoo's red orbs holding the stark white of the Underworld's returned queen.

"Hmm", she appeared to ponder, breaking the silence that stretched between them. "I suppose I can do that".

Pittoo yelped suddenly. He was fast, his senses sharp and attuned, but he had not registered Medusa's manner of movement nor the object that sailed through the air towards him until he felt himself lifted into the air and flung backwards. Cold metal pressed into his throat as his back slammed into the wall behind him. Looking down in the prelude to panic, Pit found himself pinned to the wall by a prong-headed lance, his feet dangling mere moments from the ground.

"Gaol".

Medusa called the name of the high ranking commander sharply, raising her voice as though to pierce the darkness. The clank of armour filled the room a moment later, echoing off the cold walls and seeming to come at Pittoo from all angles. Soon enough, an intimidating form emerged from the oppressive shadows that clung around Medusa's throne, stepping into the weak light of the room and revealing the monstrous nature of its form. Pittoo's eyes were drawn to the huge twin horns that seemed to leap out from the side of the creature's head, their blood red tips glinting forebodingly in the darkness.

"Majesty", Gaol said, its voice strangely and heavily distorted.

"Rid yourself of this foolishness", Medusa said as she cast a sidelong glance at the creature, waving a hand absentmindedly at the menacing suit of armour.

"At once, Your Majesty".

Pittoo grimaced and turned his eyes away as Gaol lifted its gauntlet and a vivid green orb appeared between its curled fingertips. Through narrowed eyes, Pittoo watched as the creature's armour was peeled away, flitting briefly through the air before sinking into the green orb, a powerful wind accompanying the strange force. Pittoo lifted his hands to pry the lance away from him, but he yelped as a streak of fire flashed through his skin and his hands sprung from the cold metal. Momentarily distracted, he noted the wind dying down and the brilliant light emanating from the orb fading, lifting his eyes to grace Medusa's creature once more.

Except a naked woman stood in its place. Pittoo was faintly aware of his jaw falling loose as his body fell still.

"Good", Medusa said as she leaned back against the tall, stone seat of her throne. "Gaol, our visitor needs to be persuaded of the…benefits serving under me will provide".

The woman inclined her head wordlessly in the direction of the Queen before turning and approaching Pittoo with a measured stride. He had ample time to gather her in, even with his sharp senses dulled by the impact of surprise. Her skin was of an enticing creamy tone and tanned very slightly by a sun that didn't exist in Medusa's restored realm. Lines of green were traced upon her body, seeming to have been the work of a mind entranced by things of an abstract nature, for there appeared to be no pattern to them. Still, Pittoo could not help but follow their path with his eyes, watching the lines mold to the shape of her curves as she walked towards him. They pulsed with a life-beat of their own.

"What is this?"

Pit hissed as he grasped the prongs of the lance once more and the metal seared his flesh. Gaol reached him, her eyes empty black pools that met his and held his gaze like a vice. She lowered herself then, keeping her eyes fixed upon him and he felt his face drawn downwards to follow her as though they were tethered to each other. She knelt first to one knee, and then lowered the other to the floor, her arms still at her sides.

"Think of it as a welcoming gift", Medusa's voice answered him.

Gaol reached up, her hands moving at last to be lain upon his thighs, sliding slowly up towards his pelvis. As they did so, she slowly and subtly altered their path, moving towards his inner thigh as she reached the tight shorts that hid his loins. Pittoo felt an uncomfortable stirring in his nether regions and decided to try a different tack, reaching forwards instead to pull on the length of the lance. Gaol's fingers crept over the band of his shorts as he pulled his hands back with a hiss of pain.

"I don't want or need this", Pittoo forced out as he felt himself exposed to the cold of the darkened room. A melodic laugh escaped the lips of the Queen in response.

"Are you not the opposite of Pit? Your very nature insists for the thing he will always refuse. I can feel your hunger".

Gaol took him gently between her hands, cupping them around his slowly expanding tip as blood rushed south. Shaping her lips, she blew warm air over him. Pittoo's face tilted upwards unconsciously and his eyelids drooped as she took half him between her lips, the tip of her tongue flicking across his narrow, puckered hole. Her hands moved down his length a fraction, still cupping him gently as she slipped his tip fully into her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly over him, moist and gentle as he felt the slightest pressure of her lips around him. The warmth of her mouth seemed to channel through him and he began to feel the tension of his body melting away almost effortlessly. His hands dropped away from attempting to grasp the pronged lance.

He barely stifled a moan of disappointment as with a wet pop he slipped out her mouth. Looking down however, he saw her pinch behind his head with a thumb and finger, pushing his cock to the side. Gaol looked up and met his gaze as her tongue slipped out of her mouth, heavy and glistening with saliva. She administered her lubricant to his solid length, pressing her tongue to the underside of his hot flesh and dragging it along him.

She tilted her head and lowered open lips to his meat, with her tongue spreading her saliva messily all over him. The hand at the head of his cock had formed a ring of her finger and thumb, and she slowly stroked him to the point of his tip. Pre-cum leaked from his little hole and with the pads of her fingers, Gaol collected and spread it along his length.

"Is this not delightful?"

Pittoo lifted and turned his head with a snap at the sound of her voice; Medusa stood beside him, snakes swaying lethargically at her scalp. He'd no idea how or when she had moved from her seat, but there she stood. Her full, luscious, pale lips curved as she watched him with stark white eyes.

"This…this isn't enough…to convince me", Pittoo said with a little difficulty, unable to tear his eyes from the Queen's even as he felt Gaol's lips close over him once more and her mouth engulfed the head of his meat. Medusa raised a shapely, dark eyebrow as her smile widened.

"Gaol?"

Pittoo's gaze was pulled down and a gasp drawn sharply from his lips as the warmth and wetness of the woman's sweet mouth engulfed half of his length. She looked up at him with those black pools as she brought a hand to his shaft and pumped from the base to the point where her lips closed over him, his cock wet with saliva and pre-cum. His hips bucked as she sucked gently on him, her tongue noisily lavishing attention to his captured meat.

"Gods", Pittoo breathed as she released a portion of him, sealing her lips behind his cockhead as she began to pump him with both hands. Her hands twisted slowly in opposing directions as she slid them along his glistening length, the sensation that it brought thrumming through the angel like the vibrations of an arrow striking the heart of a wooden target. Gaol released his tip with another pop, tilting him upwards as she leaned forwards. She pressed her lips to a point at the base of his shaft and Pittoo's hips bucked once more, thrusting his cock into her slick, twisting hands.

"Gods", he murmured again. And then he felt a single finger beneath his chin, lifting and turning his face to the side. Medusa smiled at him, speaking with a low voice flavoured with the sweet song of lust. But even though the haze of pleasure had begun to settle upon him, Pittoo heard the hints of danger hidden in her tone.

"There are no other Gods for you but me", she told him. "You will call on no one else, even in your pleasure".

He nodded – he didn't even realise he had done it until many moments later. Medusa's lips curved and her eyes shimmered as she lifted her finger away from him.

She moved her hand to the length of the lance pining him to the wall, with ease and a single motion pulling it away and casting it to the darkness of the room. He could not tear his eyes from hers, even when Gaol reintroduced him to her lips and the warm walls of her mouth grew tight around him. Medusa leaned forward, her movement accompanied by the hisses of the snakes that cast swaying shadows across Pittoo's flushed face.

"She will become your plaything", she told him in a whisper, a secret meant only for his ears. "And you…you will become my most favoured servant. Perhaps even the commander of my armies, in time".

As she spoke, Medusa took his jaw in hand and tilted his face upwards. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his neck. Her moist tongue lapped slowly at his flesh, and he heard her breathe in his scent. The soft chuckle that left her lips as she sucked and then bit into his skin set his heart thudding painfully in his chest. She kissed her way up towards his ear, tracing her tongue upon the shape of the organ. His lobe slipped between her luscious pale lips and he gasped as she bit him.

"Take control", she murmured as she released him.

The fog of pleasure had settled heavily upon him, and belatedly he realised that the removal of the lance had allowed his feet to finally meet the floor. Gaol sat on her knees pleasuring him, her gaze shifting between his slippery meat and his eyes. At Medusa's word, he felt the desire to take control flow through him, hot like the mouth he was about to plunder.

He felt the Goddess' arm loop around his shoulders, pushing away from the wall at his back and in turn, Gaol was forced to shuffle backwards on her knees to accommodate the movement. Medusa slipped behind him, her body pressed against his as she moved. She pushed long, thin fingers into his thick, black hair and laid her chin upon his shoulder.

Pittoo took hold of Gaol's wrists, pulling her hands away from his cock.

"Don't", he said in a voice made rough with lust as she sought to return them to pump his slick length. His own hands moved to her head, pushing his fingers into her long, dark blonde hair. They tightened around her thick locks as he held her head still and began to thrust into her mouth.

"Yes", Medusa whispered into his ear as he pushed his meat between Gaol's moistened lips, breaching the gates and braving the moist heat that lay behind them. Her tongue rose to meet the intruder, coiling around its iron length and noisily sliding along the veined surface.

"Deeper", Medusa breathed, her voice warm against his flesh. His cock throbbed as a small noise of protest came from Gaol as he pushed into her mouth, grazing the back of her throat. The black, soulless windows of her eyes widened as he growled and quelled the resistance of her tongue with a deep thrust.

"Oh", the Goddess groaned. Pittoo's blood boiled as he heard her. His hips struck their own fierce rhythm, driving his meat into Gaol's hot orifice. Medusa ground her hips against him as her hands lowered to his chest and she pressed her lips and teeth to his neck. She marked him then, and he groaned deeply over Gaol's noises of discomfort. Feeling the woman try to push him away with hands at his stomach, Pittoo clamped a hand around her wrist and pulled her hand around to clutch his buttocks. The hand wrapped in her hair became a fist at the back of her head, pushing her forwards.

"Finish it".

He felt her throat contract around him as he thrust forward and her lips met the base of his length, her face pressed into his loins. At Medusa's command, his cock erupted and heat flooded through his being. He shuddered bodily, knees threatening to give way beneath him, but Medusa held him steady.

"Oh, Goddess", Pittoo groaned deeply, raising his eyes to the dark ceiling above.

His hand fell away from behind Gaol's head, and she pulled away from him. With a violent noise she expelled his seed, inhaling air in massive gulps. Pittoo didn't even attempt to give a care as the aftermath of pleasure rolled through his being. And then, he felt the Goddess' hand clutching his throat. She lifted her lips to his ear, holding him with just enough force so that he understood the threat embedded within it.

"So", she said, her voice soft and melodic and yet sharpened with a hint of ice. "Are you persuaded?"
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