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Four Stock, No Items, Babes Only	By : DrkVrtx Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 9481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
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“…Zelda…Zelda…”
She stirred, a soft moan rising from her throat as the voice pulled her from the depths of unconsciousness. All was dark to her, her eyes refusing to acknowledge that she was now awake, clinging desperately to a land of dreams and distant memory. She felt a hand fall softly against her cheek and leaned into its touch. Fingers delicately brushed through her fringe, and the air felt cool upon her brow. She kept her eyes closed and merely enjoyed the gentle touch. Eventually, she wet her lips with her tongue before opening her mouth to speak.
“Samus?”
“Yeah?”
“I fainted, didn’t I?”
“You did”.
“For how long did I slumber?”
The woman chuckled, her voice soft and yet strong when she spoke. “A little less than a minute”.
“Goodness”, she said, her breath shuddering as she exhaled. “I have not known such pleasure in too long. Your ways and means enthral me so”.
Her friend laughed, but said nothing, merely stroking a thumb along her cheek. Zelda shivered then, her body cooling quickly as it forgot the heat of passion. She could feel the thin sheets sticking to her sweat slickened skin. Certainly awake at this point, Zelda finally opened her eyes.
Darkness greeted her. She gave a small start of surprise.
Even as she dwelt in confusion for a long moment, the Hylian princess became aware of several sensations. Soft cloth lay across her face, ghosting across the bridge of her nose as it effectively obstructed her vision. A blindfold. She could feel its length run around the back of her head, clinging to the skin just above her ears before disappearing into her hair. She could feel that it was not tied particularly tightly, but even still she could do nothing to remove it. The cold steel of handcuffs caressed her crossed wrists, her arms stretching upwards and behind her, leading ultimately to the wooden bed post where her hands had been fastened.
“Samus?”
“We’re not quite finished yet”, the bounty hunter said, her tone low and softened by a lustful husk.
Zelda trembled when she heard her voice, a promise embedded within Samus’ mere few words. But her body still thrummed in the aftermath of the climax the woman had masterfully driven her to; they had not communed in this physical manner for quite some time and she was astonished that Samus still knew her body so intimately. Where to touch and where to kiss; where to breathe ever so softly against in a way that would send sparks of anticipation racing up the arch of her spine. She needed no more; she was satisfied.
But Samus wasn’t.
“You have been utterly thorough with me”, Zelda said, turning her head towards the sound of Samus’ voice.
Samus’ thumb brushed against the corner of her lips. “Ah, but you forget, Zelda. I won our little contest, remember?”
Zelda did indeed remember; she opened her mouth to speak, but fell silent when a single finger was laid across her lips. Samus trailed her fingertip along the line of her lower lip.
“Four stocks”, the bounty hunter said, carefully dipping the tip of her digit between Zelda’s lips. “No items”, she continued as Zelda, despite herself, reached forward with her tongue. Blindfolded, she could only imagine the slightly lopsided smile her friend wore. “I forget the name of the place we fought though”, she said as she withdrew her finger, “however, the important thing is that I won”.
It had been a hard battle, but Zelda distinctly remembered tumbling into the dark recesses of Final Destination after the bounty hunter spiked her with a vicious swipe of her arm cannon. Luckily, however, the injuries that would have been sustained by such an attack did not transcend beyond the complex digital arena in which they had fought. As Zelda’s final stock vanished, the world around them disintegrated until all that was left was a reality washed white, she and the bounty hunter standing together before this world also crumbled to nothingness and they awoke slowly within their pods, removing weighty virtual-reality interfacing units from their heads.
Samus distracted her from her thoughts then as she leaned into her, pushing the curve of her chest against her side. She felt the woman’s leg slide sensually over her own, feeling the firm muscle of her calf glide up towards the side of her knee as Samus cocked her slender limb. Samus’ hand dropped to her chin and tilted her face upwards, her breath hitching a moment later when she felt the warmth of the woman’s breath against her throat. The soft tip of her nose nuzzled into the flesh of her neck, inhaling slowly and deeply her rich, post-coital scent.
“You know what they say about victors, Zelda”, she heard Samus murmur. “To them go all the spoils”.
Samus’ tongue flicked across her skin and the bound princess gave an involuntary mewl, her body shifting as her friend’s merest touch sent a shiver racing down her spine. The warmth of her breath preceded a chaste kiss upon her neck, Samus’ lips moist and delicate. Unable to see, Zelda’s remaining senses quickly grew to compensate, heightening the pleasure of the sensations as Samus slowly pulled the tip of her tongue along the taut lines of her throat. She felt tender kisses showered upon her jawline, several of the bounty hunter’s fingers moving to dance lightly upon her cheek, caressing her warming flesh. The woman’s hair tickled the right side of her face, soft and smooth and smelling, she thought, of vanilla. She inhaled deeply and enjoyed its pleasant scent.
She mewled once more when Samus began to plant hot, moist, open-mouthed kisses upon her flesh, her lips leaving a blazing trail of sensation upon Zelda’s skin, her throat undulating as she swallowed with difficulty. Samus knew her so well, and was already stoking back up the flames of a fire she was so sure had already been quenched.
“Samus”, she breathed. “Oh, Samus”.
She felt her tongue draw a wet line from the base of her throat to her chin before Samus replied. “Yes?”
“Kiss me”, she pleaded, for she adored the communion of their lips. Samus’ mouth was always hot and alive, her tongue a strong and devious opponent when their lips were pressed together. Zelda loved to tussle with it, to feel it fight the insistence of her own and force its way into her mouth. The coil of pleasure seated deep at her core began to wind itself tight once more at the mere thought of the woman easily – almost casually – dominating her mouth, sealing her lips with her own full, pink pair and stealing her breath away.
“Oh, I will”, the woman promised as her fingers moved away from her face. “But you’ll have to be patient, Zelda. I will have my way with you”.
The princess gave a small moan of disappointment when Samus did not return her lips to her flesh, but she felt her fingers dance along her skin, moving towards her chest.
“Are you ticklish, Zelda?”
What a strange question, she thought. She didn’t think herself to be, at least not all that much. “No…”
“I see”, the bounty hunter murmured, her fingers brushing along the line of her clavicle.
Zelda gasped a moment later, however, when Samus’ tongue began to explore her exposed armpit.
“Samus! No, do not kiss there”, she exclaimed. “Surely…surely the smell –“
As though to respond to her remark, Samus once again nuzzled against her, slowly drawing in her breath. A wave of heat washed over the princess, her cheeks colouring with embarrassment as her friend pronounced that her scent was ‘delicious’, her tongue slowly tracing the contours of her naked armpit. Samus licked her flesh with apparent relish, breathing deeply and audibly as Zelda squirmed beneath her ministrations. She felt the woman’s saliva lathering her underarm, Samus’ tongue sweeping along her skin. Its moist, quivering length was pressed against her as Samus’ fingers fell to her chest.
“Samus, you mustn’t”, Zelda said, warm with embarrassment as she fidgeted, her torso turning away from her friend’s tongue.
“Stay still”, Samus whined playfully, her fingers finding Zelda’s nipple.
Zelda gasped once more, her body falling still and her back curving as she felt the pebble of her chest rolled delicately between Samus’ fingers. She was sensitive enough to feel the subtle grooves upon the pads of her digits, and delight began to spread its own warmth through her as her skin tingled with pleasure. She breathed the bounty hunter’s name as the woman chuckled, a sweet series of syllables that lingered upon the air. She felt her tongue abandon her armpit, for a moment fearing that Samus would move to explore her other, but then she felt the woman’s body shift downwards, the warmth of a cheek and the soft tickle of her hair settling just above her chest.
Zelda inadvertently pulled at her bonds as Samus’ mouth settled over her lonely nipple, instantly setting the other alight with jealousy. She wanted to bury her fingers deep into the woman’s hair and push her forwards into the pillow of her chest, there to feast upon the succulence of her breasts. The coil at her core grew tighter as she felt Samus begin to slowly slide her leg up and down, a knee gliding along her inner thigh towards the moist heat of her centre.
“Yes…” she murmured as her friend’s tongue lavished one nipple with attention and the pads of her fingers gently squeezed the other between them. “Suckle. Right there…”
She heard and relished the raw lust in her own voice, and perhaps Samus relished it just as much – if not more so, for she pulled Zelda’s nipple deep into her mouth and grasped the fullness of her left breast in her lightly calloused hands. Devoid of her sight and her sense of touch more finely attuned as a result, the sensitivity of Zelda’s breasts coupled with the enthusiasm of Samus’ ministrations sent pleasure surging through her form, her back arching and the heels of her feet capturing folds of the bed sheets and tousling them to and fro. As she turned, she pulled at her bonds, though to no avail. She heard Samus chuckle as the handcuffs rattled against the bed post. Zelda moaned her disappointment once more when she felt her friend’s ministrations suddenly cease.
“Princess, you seem troubled”, the bounty hunter purred as she shifted her body. “Are you alright?”
Zelda felt warm breath against her ear as she felt Samus’ fingers begin to mark a path south along her skin. The pads of her digits stroked lightly across her stomach as she played there for a moment, drawing shallow curving lines upon her flesh. She felt the mattress depress slightly near her head, hearing Samus’ shift her body once more and surmising that she had propped herself up upon her arm. The validity of her assumption was compounded as she felt fingers sweep along her fringe, pushing aside her hair so that soft lips could kiss her brow.
“As a friend, I ask that you release me from these bonds”, Zelda replied, turning her face. “And as a Hylian princess, I demand it”.
She could hear the smirk in Samus’ laughter. “That’s unfortunate, Zelda, you see my being the victor trumps your royal authority”.
“You are cruel, Samus, to bind and blind me so before torturing me with pleasure”.
“Oh, I have not tortured you yet. Let us play a little game, Zelda”.
The princess was about to request the details of such a thing, but then she felt Samus’ fingers move away from her stomach. She barely noticed that her breath began to grow short and heavy as Samus slowly pushed through the neatly kept curls of her pubic crown. She felt Samus’ lips brush ever lightly against her ear as she leaned in very close to her and whispered.
“Spread your legs”.
Zelda obeyed, pulling her thighs apart and angling her knees up towards herself as she felt Samus’ weight settle comfortably against her.
“That’s it”, the bounty hunter complimented her. “Nice and wide”.
Lewdly exposed and with her friend’s fingers hovering mere moments from her sex, Zelda felt a delicious thrill, the electric current of eager anticipation running up her spine as Samus teased the underside of her ear with the tip of her tongue. She gasped softly when the bounty hunter’s fingers slid downwards and her digits traced the plump lines of her lower lips.
“Look at that”, Samus husked in her ear. “Someone is awfully excited. I thought you were tired, Zelda”.
“I was, but alas your deviant ways are too much for me to resist”, Zelda confessed.
“I’m so glad you appreciate my deviousness, but perhaps you may hate it soon enough”.
“What?” Zelda began, and then forgot the remainder of her words as Samus dipped a long finger into her, two accompanying digits spreading the lips of her sex. Slowly, the finger withdrew only to be sunk deeply into her once more, curling at its apex to briefly caress that spot within her that would allow her to ascend to the very heavens itself.
“How does it feel?” Samus asked softly.
“Good”, Zelda breathed, her voice barely a murmur. “Oh, so good”.
Samus briefly captured the bottom of her ear between her lips, lapping at her flesh. “You must not come”, she whispered.
Zelda had been keeping her eyes closed beneath the black cloth of her blindfold, but now they snapped open despite the futility of the act. Samus’ words pierced the thickening fog of pleasure that had begun to settle upon her mind.
“What?” she said once again.
“You must not come”, Samus said again, teasing Zelda’s moist entrance with another finger.
“Samus – oh – Samus, you cannot be serious. Please”.
“You are a strong and determined woman”, Samus murmured in her ear. “You can do this, can’t you?” She felt a tender kiss behind her elongated lobe and then heard the low husk of Samus’ voice once more. “Do it for me, Zelda. I’ll be sure to reward you”.
Zelda worried her lower lip with her teeth, remembering how frightfully good her friend was at pleasuring her. “Alright”, she eventually whispered, unable to even think to refuse with a pair of seeking fingers inside her.
“Good girl…” she heard in response. And then her torture truly began.
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