Hotter than the depths of Magmoor Caverns

Despite the powerful tongue wrestling that Samus and I were engaging in, we managed to move over to her double bed. My back crashed into the softness as she refused to let my body go for even a second.

The heat pouring off the bounty hunter was intense, she felt feverish to the touch all over her body, sweat pouring down her perfect skin. As tough as she was, she couldn’t exactly hide the gushing quim that ran liquid down her leg and dripped against my straining pants. That magnificent body, a mix of muscles and soft curves, was pressing into me hard as we made out on her bed.

My hands roamed her perfect body, one tracing her back while the other wanted to take a handful of breast. As soon as I did, Samus shuddered against me, “Sorry, your body must be pretty sensitive, huh?”

She whimpered with need, a sound I’d never heard from the usually silent protagonist. Samus was panting so much on top of me while I stroked her, each run of my hands along her skin seemingly breaking her defences that little bit more. Her eyes locked onto mine when she broke the kiss, intense hunger staring back at me, “Ren… I can’t hold back…”

“It’s okay, I’m tougher than I look.”

“Good,” Samus said, moving herself away from my body just far enough to be able to rotate herself around. I got a full face view of her gushing cunt before it came crashing down on top of me, “Lick while I destroy your pants.” she ordered with no malice, just pure oozing hunger.

I wasn’t one to deny her request.

My tongue dove into her brinstar depths as far as it could go, licking up the sweet tangy arousal of her boiling sex. I wouldn’t describe myself as a linguistics expert, but tried to be as cunning as I could, and with how her pussy was clenching and quivering around my tongue I think I was doing good enough.

Meanwhile, Samus was making good on her promise. My pants were no match for her enhanced strength, after undoing it she had gripped the two sides of my zipper and ripped them in twain with ease. Dick springing free from its clothy confines, just the sight and the smell of my achingly hard cock was enough to make her groan wantonly. Samus wasted no time in lunging forwards, wrapping her plush lips around the tip before my aching traveller explored her tight throat. Her tongue swirled around my length, her hands reaching around my thighs to lock herself on my dick while still gently squeezing my balls, probably trying to feel how much sperm I was packing in my swollen sacks.

It was a cacophony of frantic oral pleasure. I felt like I was being both pushed to my tongue’s limits, while also experiencing true heavenly bliss below. Samus just wanted the breeding juice to pour down her throat, and I was edging closer to that edge as fast as I could deliver.

My hands pushed down on her rear, smushing her down further on my mouth. It earned a muffled cry of pleasure from the bounty hunter as I licked deeper and faster than before. She responded in kind. My cock travelled down so far into her gullet that my balls were hitting her nose. Her speed was insane, sucking and slurping my full length pushing me to my breaking point.

But then, just as I was about to fill the bounty hunter’s stomach, she shifted.

Her hips raised further and further away from me, leaving my hands completely as I lay there wide eyed and splatter mouthed, watching as Samus did a hand stand right above me. Her naked upside body looked amazing, the rock hard abs, breasts swaying downwards, all while her mouth still stayed attached deep to my cock.

She slowly rose up, and the lump in her throat my rod was causing slowly wormed its way out of her. She left my cock high and dry, the pulsing need to cum making it twitch around violently as the cool air attacked the soaked pole. For a brief second I could see her look at my stunned silence with a prideful smirk.

“You’re only allowed to do it inside.”

I wasn’t exactly going to argue, but my groans were failing to form words.

She didn’t leave me hanging for long. With such stunning graceful athleticism she swung her legs around in an arc, just missing my face, twisting her body around while spreading her legs in such an impossibly sexy move I could barely comprehend it. Ending with my upright dick trapped between her powerful thighs.

For one glorious second Samus used my shaft like a stripper's pole. Introducing her slick heated folds to my aching length, pressing into my base before gliding upwards, spreading her legs out as she rose, smearing the wetness up my dick before aiming it right at her clenching cunt.

A single, triumphant, drool stained smirk spread across her lips. Pressing her molten entrance delicately against my precum leaking cockhead.

We were both twitching.

The cliff edge of climax sitting itching out of reach.

A single moment that seemed to drag on as our intent stained the air around us.

She reached upwards, placing her hands above her head to show me her impossibly sexy body in full view until finally, climactically, Samus slammed downwards. Saying just one word with her descent:

“Cum.”

“UUNNGGHHH!!”

It was all it took. That clench in my balls pushing me to shoot a huge amount of jizz straight upwards. My hips pushing upwards as my climax tore through my being, rope after rope shooting into the bounty hunter’s **** depths. The first moment my dick pulsed I could feel her cross that climax cliff with me. A silent scream twisting her face in pleasure. Eyes rolling back, spine twisting as the orgasm crashed into her harder than any alien monster. Every jet of jizz rocking all the way up her body, shaking her breasts and rolling her creampie climax on and on.

When it was done, she didn’t even collapse. Her hands pressed against my chest, but she stayed firmly upright while panting as I lay there a sweaty mess of nerves. She still looked at me hungrily, even with my jizz leaking from her pussy, giving me only a moment of respite before asking, “Can you continue?”

“C-can I…?” I asked half her and half myself. Weirdly, the answer was rapidly becoming yes. My softening cum covered cock growing hard inside her once more. I guess the sexiest woman in gaming sitting on my cock would do that to me. “I can.”

She smiled happily, grinding herself lightly on my hardness, “I may need to request a Phantom Thief to assist me on all my missions.” Her hips began properly fucking me, spearing her pussy slowly and pushing my jizz even further up inside her, “Try not to spill any of this rich sperm.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Her pace quickened slightly, the slow grind becoming a more assertive rhythm. I was completely at Samus Aran’s mercy. A willing captive to her insatiable desire, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The world dissolved into a blur of sweat, skin, and raw, unadulterated need…

We were against the cold metal wall of her ship, my hands gripping her perfect ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her sweaty body bounced so lewdly as I pistoned into her. Those sweet cries of pleasure echoing in the small space.

She was on all fours on the floor, her back arched, head thrown back in ecstasy as I took her from behind. One hand on her hip, the other lightly pulling on her ponytail (her request), pulling her back to meet my meat on every thrust. Part of me wondered if she had cameras on the interior of the ship, recording that primal rhythmic beat of our bodies slapping together over and over again.

We were fucking on the command chair. Samus’ legs draped over the arms, her body spread open for me as we made out hard. She had given me a titjob while I lay back on it briefly, but that hunger for cum meant she moved up quite quickly. Or she just got sick of holding my jizz in her pussy by hand. Our hips were repeatedly slamming into each other as I thrust from below, my hands roaming over her sweat slicked skin, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she came again. Her body convulsing with pleasure so hard that her butt hit the controls, sending us spinning out briefly in the quiet of space.

In one of the few moments of respite, I’d asked if she had any tools to help with her heat cycle. I wasn’t expecting the array of items she brought out from one of her ship’s drawers at all, let alone for them to vaguely resemble some of the items you can get in the games. Dildos the shape of her missiles, a butt plug that had her screw attack emblem, a line of beads that looked like miniature morph balls. Before we got back to the fun she gave me a can drink from the drawer that resembled an e-tank, which was to replenish electrolytes from all the sweaty sex. Tasted like mango flavoured energy drink.

Up against a window, her leg up on my shoulder, making out.

Back on the floor, my ankles in her hands as she fucks my cock in the amazon position.

On a sex swing she set up out of her grapple beam. Gripping her hips while momentum pushed her back into me.

Doggy style against the ship’s controls. Didn’t even notice when she turned the artificial gravity off until I saw my own cum floating past me. We were losing ourselves to the pleasure. It was so hot in here, but I just wanted to nut in Samus more…

We return to the bed, she was riding me so beautifully. Any sense of dread I had after Dark Samus evaporated from me completely. This was a true fusion of our bodies, and she rode me with such a super natural grace I could only watch in awe. Samus returned to her primal instincts, slamming that prime body down on my cock with such feverous strength you’d swear I was her zero mission. Other Men may have given up (I bet with this level of horny that those idiots in the federation **** her out of the academy) but not me, I’d go beyond for this stunning woman. Honestly I think I was growing addicted to her. A corruption growing in me the more her pussy clenched down on my cock, echoes of pleasure reverberating all the way up my body every time she slammed herself down, pinballing my senses around from just how hard she squeezed.

I don’t think there was any part of her or her ship that I hadn’t splattered cum on.

This sci-fi sanctum had become a sordid sweatbox of semen and Samus juice. We were laying there as a tangle of limbs on the bed, having just filled up her womb once more with as much as my balls could produce. Even with this Metaverse Olympics shenanigans going on, I was feeling fucking drained. Cock struggling to stand, despite Samus’ hungry yet exhausted kisses.

I choked out a question between the panting smooches, “Are you… f-feeling… satisfied… y-yet?”

A tension seemed to lift from her body. Like she’d been forcing herself to keep going for my sake, not the other way around. Suddenly she pressed into me not for need, but because I was the barrier to her bed. “Yeah… you did it… thank you…” she said with a smile, finding just enough energy to roll beside me.

“N-no problem…” I replied, drifting into a tired slumber once I knew her problem had been solved…

I awoke gently to the rhythmic hum of the ship's engines. Twas a gentle lullaby compared to the frantic and primal rutting that had encompassed the ship in a symphony of passion. A beautiful woman had rolled over once the heat had dispersed enough, now lying on her side with her face on my chest. Arm draped protectively along my front.

Samus looked so peaceful, so serene. The violent hunger that had subsumed her now a distant memory. I don’t think anything could ruin-

THUMP THUMP THUMP

“HEY BUDDY! WANNA GET YOUR SHIP OUTTA HERE?!”

We bolted upright in an instant. Turning to the front of the ship where a shot violet alien in racer gear stood on floating platforms and was banging his fists against the glass of Samus’ view port.

He wasn’t the only one. A green guy with a big grin was zooming in his floating, mounted, professional camera directly towards us. Towards the naked us.

“FUCK OFF!” Samus barked, grabbing at her covers to shield her nudity. I just yanked a nearby pillow for my penis, but neither particularly deterred the onlookers.

Violet alien actually seemed rather annoyed, yelling at us in a close to New York accent, “Us fuck off?! You’re the ones disrupting the race, lady!”

R-race…? Oh no…

Beyond the two alien intruders, through the panoramic window, I saw a world of neon and steel. Towering skyscrapers pierced a sky crisscrossed with glowing light trails. And we were parked, sure, but not at a peaceful spaceport like I’m assuming Samus typed in, but instead in the middle of a massive racetrack. Stands of distant fans all jumping around in the distance, probably packed to the brim with thousands of alien life forms.

The sight would have been a marvel of wonderment, had I not also seen what they were showing on the floating screens around the track.

‘SAMUS ARAN ERO-ZERO-ZERO SUIT!’

‘NEW LOVER FOR BOUNTY HUNTER?!’

‘RUMORS OF HEAT CYCLE TRUE?’

‘BIG HUMAN PENIS AT BIG BLUE STADIUM!’

‘ARE SAMUS & CAPTAIN FALCON OVER? OR DID THEY EVER EVEN BEGIN?’

I could practically hear Samus’ teeth grinding in rage. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be shown naked in front of an entire planet either, but it wasn’t like I had a reputation to ruin. She snarled at the cameraman but didn’t have many options to move around in only a sheet.

She quietly whispered, “Ren. Get off the bed.” to which I instantly obliged.

In a single movement she leapt back off the mattress as well before kicking it hard across the ship. The massive bulk of springs immediately landing across her view port, blocking the camera from looking into her ship any longer.

In the space of time it took to begin falling from the window, she was already at the controls.

Shutters slammed shut and I could feel us ascend away from the planet at a rocketing speed.

The only other thing I heard was a single laser blast. If I had to guess, that was a targeted shot from her ship to blow that guy’s film camera to smithereens as a farewell fuck you before we left that planet forever.

Samus strung a bunch of curses together under her breath, including ones I’d never heard before, as she moved her mattress back over to where it had been. She grabbed a nearby metallic triangle, placed it on her chest, and I got to watch as her Zero Suit began to form around her curves once more. After a few moments of less than respectful staring I threw myself back into the room and looked around for my own clothes, then remembering the absolute state that Samus had left them in.

“Here,” she said, handing me my own metal triangle. “Not much, but that's all I can offer right now.”

“Thanks,” I replied, taking it but not using it straight away. “Um… about, you know, all that…”

She sighed, pinching her temple lightly as her frustration leaked out her lips, “Forget it. It's not your fault. You were doing me a solid, we probably bumped the controls during round nine.” She ran a hand through her hair as she redid her ponytail, her movements sharp and agitated. “We’ll hit a teleport and get you back to the mansion. I need to go call in some favours to try and wipe that footage from the galactic net.”

“I'm sorry,” I said, genuinely. “I know you value your privacy.”

She gave me a smile then pecked my cheek, “Compared to the monsters I’ve saved this galaxy from, a little public sex scandal is nothing. If anything I’d feel worse for my heat cycle saviour. Or should I call you Mr. ‘Big Human Dick’?”

“If you want to…” I chuckled, feeling a flush of embarrassment. I decided it was probably time to get dressed and pressed the cold metal triangle against my chest. A tingling sensation spread across my skin as the sci-fi nanites flowed from the device, weaving themselves into a sleek second skin. My very own bright blue Zero Suit. I always thought if I got into cosplay I’d go dressed as L, or Roy Mustang or something, not Samus. Not that I was complaining to be wearing clothes again, but it just felt strange. Like wearing nothing at all, yet somehow supported at the same time. The material was smooth and flexible, clinging to every muscle and contour of my body.

Every contour.

“Hmm…I think I want to,” she purred. Her eyes lingered at my bulging crotch, an almost predatory smile spreading across her face as she stared at me with pure unadulterated feminine gaze. “That is an impressive fit, Ren. I can see why people always stare at me in this thing.”

“Hehe, thanks? I guess it’s a little tight in the… uh… crotch area.” I said, trying to pull lightly at the fabric to make a bit more room but somehow managing to only grab my own skin.

“That isn’t the suit. It’s all~ you.”

I gulped, feeling her body edging closer to me. Look, I definitely wouldn’t say no to another multi hour fuck fest with Samus, but for her modesty’s sake I need to call it off so she can go internet wipe. “D-does this, uh, change colour? I usually only fuck with black.”

Her smile softened, I held back a flinch as she reached her hands up and began poking at my chest triangle. “It does, and don’t worry, I’m not in heat anymore. I’m just remembering how much that huge thing rocked my world.” After a bit of fiddling, my suit’s hue flushed away, changing light blue to obsidian. While I admired her work she walked away back to her controls, “Thank your parents for me.”

“W-will do…”

I waved goodbye to Samus’ ship as it flew into the distance. We promised to see each other again soon, and I told her that if she ever needed more help with heat during the tournament I’d be willing to do it all again. She seemed happy about that, though I’m sure there are other smash bros Olympians around that she could ask if needs be. I just happened to be closest when the heat spell took over.

It was nearly midnight back at the mansion now. I looked up at those starlight stricken walls with a content sigh. I hadn’t been called out for a fight all day (maybe they held back to let me get used to the area), though I’d done plenty of exercise between trainers, swordswomen, and alien hotties. Speaking of, I wonder if Dark Samus was alright too. Sure, she'd tried to kidnap me, but if her burning insides was as bad as Samus' was then she may need to be loved just as much... there I go, thinking of even more sex.

I don’t know what was in that drink Samus gave me but I’m weirdly not even tired. Maybe the nap helped more than I thought. At least I can sneak in with minimal people around and get changed into a spare Phantom Thief outfit. I think I saw blue, yellow, and red versions of it in my closet…

Opening the door slowly, I looked around the once again empty lounge area. Only the sleeping Pikachu that I don’t think moved all day was breathing, which meant I just got to sneak on in with minimal problem.

Man. This whole place feels completely different now that I know it’s a major sex manor.

I wonder how many Nintendo brand orgies have graced these halls? How many fanfics and fanarts could have been birthed by the Melee era if they’d let others see? Which piece of furniture hadn’t been sullied by a peachy ass or Hylian dick? The mind boggles at the possibilities.

Even though I’m not as tired as I thought I’d be, I don’t think I’ll be able to find the energy to get with another girl tonight. Too much had happened today. It would take a feat of extraordinary fetishism to get me hard and charged again.

ZING!

I had bumped into someone lightly as they had been walking down the stairs just as I turned to go up them. That connection between us sending an electric jolt through our systems as we stared at each other. Standing just a little shorter than me, illuminated by the soft glow of a single wall sconce, was a woman I hadn't seen before. She had striking azure hair cascading down her shoulders, with a black gown hung down her back, armor braces on her arms, a very low cut top that showed ample cleavage with accompanying bellybutton hole, hot pants, and detailed floral pantyhose that coated her long toned legs. Her expression was serious but calming at the same time. And her eyes, well, her eyes were locked onto mine with an intensity that cut into my soul.

“Are you new?” she asked bluntly, tilting her head at me. “Is this a Zero Suit?”

I blinked briefly, “Uh, yeah. And yeah.”

Her eyes looked up and down me, lingering for an extended moment at my crotch before I tilted my hips away from her slightly. “Greetings.” Her hand jutted out awkwardly in a second, hanging there without a single change to her expression while she continued to stare into my eyes.

Trying not to look rude, I gripped her hand and gave it a small pleasantry shake. “Ren Amamiya. Phantom Thief.”

“Byleth Eisner,” she responded, smiling at me like it was her first attempt to ever smile. “Teacher.”

My eyes went wide.

A-a teacher? Ruh roh.