Angelic Encounters

Pit scratched his chin. Lately he had been thinking about growing out his beard, trying to fully break with his image of a little cherub. He was an adult now, yet still many looked at him as if he was still a child. He wanted to be seen as the man he was now. Mostly by Palutena herself, though he wouldn’t admit it. He’d always served her faithfully, looked at her for guidance. Yet when he brought her the trophy of an outsider, after fighting through the dark, sinful hoards of the enemy, he’d felt something else when watching her. Something about the way she moved, smiled, tugged her long hair behind her ear as she talked, made something stir within him. When she looked at him, he felt weak in the knees.

He sighed as if spending too much time in the hot springs and needing to cool down. He tried to focus on his task, patrolling the skies, looking out for the dark, bat-winged ship that had attacked the arena.

Nothing, again.

After a few laps around the temple he’d had enough of it. The centurions would have to keep their eyes peeled for now.

He found Palutena in the hot springs, resting, he thought, as she had er head laid back on the stone edge. Her mouth however was wide open, and she groaned softly, as if straining under some great effort.

“Palutena!” Pit shouted, “are you in pain?”

Her eyes opened in surprise, but seeing him, she relaxed and beckoned him over.

“Come here love,” she said. “I need you.”

“Of course,” he responded, rushing to her side. “What do you need?”

“Undress, if you will,” she moaned. “I want to try something.”

Pit’s body answered before he could. The sounds she made, the order she just gave, it sent a burst of heat down his spine. Then, without warning, he grew. Ashamed, he hesitated.

“It’s alright, Pit,” she grinned. “That’s exactly what I’m looking for.”

Pushing through his shame, he disrobed, and to his surprise, his previously soft member sprung free.

“Can I touch you, love?” Palutena said.

“Yuh-yes. Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Her warm hand grabbed him, firmly but gently, and slowly moved up and down. It felt like nothing he’d experienced before.

“Full disclosure,” Palutena gasped, “the one you found earlier, in the clouds… he’s underwater right now. He’s using his mouth on me. It feels really good. Do you want me to make you feel good using my mouth on you, Pit?”

He was shocked. His lady, the great goddess of light, was holding him in her hand. She wanted to use her mouth, which he imagined would feel even better.

He nodded.

“Do you not mind, truly?”

“No!” He urged. “Please, do it.”

A devious grin appeared. She turned around, causing a gasping moustached little man to emerge from the hot water, face red. Pit didn’t pay much attention to him. Instead, he was absorbed in the view of her breasts, round and full, and a set of white teeth parting to let him in.

“Sit on the edge, young man.”

He didn’t even feel the hot water on his legs. All the heat he felt was that of her breath. How long she pleasured him, he didn’t know. What he felt was her sweet tongue, her heavenly mouth, the trembling of her moans as the other warrior pushed against her from behind. The incredible feeling as he reached what he only could describe as an immense wave of pleasure, thick white spurts of fluid gushing out of him, into his goddess’s mouth and on her heavenly body.

“My lady,” they were interrupted, “we’re under attack.”

Palutena seemed as if she woke from a pleasant dream.

“Right.” She said, suddenly a commander again. “Sorry boys, I’m afraid our experimentation is over for now. Get yourself dressed for battle.”

When they reached the battlements, most of Skyworld was covered in a purplish fog, and the very ship Pit had been looking out for had passed, leaving its deadly cargo behind: another of the odd, spherical explosives.

“Let’s go,” Palutena shouted. “The centurions will manage the evacuation. We’ll follow the ship, before we lose it.”

Pit hesitated, then nodded. No matter what had just transpired between them, she was still his goddess, and he’d obey her. The other man, Mario he now knew, nodded in agreement.