"Mmmm. That's good, Pit. Carve up that Monoeye."
The Goddess stood at the edge of the reflecting pool, her thick, golden staff propped up against the rim of the bowl. Palutena gazed into its watery depths with earnest as she watched over her precious angel.
"Oh yes. Right in the face..."
Her grip on the reflecting pool's stone tiling was perhaps a little tighter than necessary. Pit was in no grave danger after all. But if one looked closely they would take note of Palutena's posture, which was not entirely upright. She leaned against the patterned stone of the bowl, as though for support, knees oddly close together.
"There. Oh, right there. Pump it full of hot plasma!"
The lower half of her dress was ruffled, creased cloth shifting every few moments as the Goddess' thighs generated heat. The fingers of her right hand curled tighter as Pit soared through the air, his gunsword flashing brilliantly as several Specknose floated close.
"Drive that thing down its throat, just like that..."
Skin was warm to the touch as Palutena's left hand slid down the curve of her neck, fingertips brushing along the cool, golden links of her amulet's chain. A weighty breath escaped her lips when the angel sliced a Mik clean in two.
"By all the gods, Pit, you're so good at this!"
"Did you say something, Lady Palutena?" the angel shouted back up at her.
"Nothing at all!" the Goddess said quickly. "Keep going, Pit! I'm so close – uh, I mean, you. You're so close now. You're almost there!"
"Oh-kay," Pit said slowly after a moment. Then: "Alright. I'm going in hard!"
"Yes..." Palutena sighed heavily, watching him string a golden arrow and take aim. Her face tilted upward, exposing the warm, creamy flesh of her throat as Pit sent the bolt positively blazing across the sky.
The golden projectile struck a Specknose right between the eyes and the Goddess mewled keenly, fingertips teasing the neckline of her dress. Her hand desperately tugged at the silken fabric, watching Pit separate the bow down the middle with a single, fierce pull. Her fingers descended towards the bountiful twin peaks of Mount Olympus in earnest. Pit sliced through the thick, gelatinous body of a Komayto and Palutena's hips rolled, thighs caressing each other.
"Oh, yes," she murmured tightly as her angel drew the First Blade. "Come on, Pit. Just…a little…more…"
Her chest rose and fell, her palm encompassing its ample curve as hasty fingers squeezed and pinched. Pit sliced through yet another Monoeye's skull and the Goddess purred, her staff of office hot and hard between her legs. A shuddering gasp slipped between moist, pink lips and a hand gripped stone for dear life.
"One more, Pit. Please! Just one – oh! Oh gods above!"
The angel turned his face to the heavens, quickly shaking the remains of a Keron from the First Blade as he flew through its smoking remnants. "Lady Palutena, are you alright?!"
"I'm fi-fine, P-Pit," Palutena replied in a strained, breathy voice, standing shakily to her feet. "Keeping you aloft can sometimes be quite the, um, distracting experience."
The Goddess glanced down then and smiled sheepishly. The fruits of said distraction coated the shaft of her holy staff.