You asked, I answered. First up we have the lovely Rosalina.
—Honour Her Word—
"Are you sure Palutena won't hear and get mad?"
"Ha ha." Rosalina shook her head at Zelda's teasing. "Do you want me to tell the story or not?"
"Very much so."
Lucina and Peach echoed her sentiment and Rosalina tutted thoughtfully. "What were the rules, Lucina?"
"Start with the who and where. Then tell us what happened in as little or as graphic detail as you wish."
"Hmm... Okay. I had sex with Bayonetta—sorry, Peach—in the gardens."
"Oh my..." Lucina raised her glass, as though to commend the girl. "Starting off strong."
"Seriously?" Peach had a list of places they'd fooled around in, but the gardens weren't on it.
"I'm impressed, Rose. I never pegged you as the adventurous type."
She groaned, her cheeks going pink again. "Do you want me to tell the story or not?"
The others settled down, Zelda nudging Peach to remind her to keep drinking. She did so, a pleasant warmth saturating her skin, and the Hylian chuckled softly, holding her own glass so that Lucina could replenish it.
Rosalina sipped her wine before beginning.
Rosalina wasn't one to allow herself to get backed into a corner—especially since Luma was always there to watch her back. At the present moment, however, she found herself to quite literally be in a corner, her back against the corner locker in the locker room separating the gym showers from the workout rooms and her front...
A tall, stacked woman loomed over her, an arm braced again the cool metal. Short, messy black hair fell into stormy gray eyes as she leaned in, using her larger form to block off the blonde's escape.
Not that she was trying particularly hard...
"Please move," Rosalina commanded with more conviction than she felt.
A thrill of excitement ran the length of her spine when the raven-haired witch smirked. The expression was so at home on full lips. "Heard that before. Usually when I'm inside."
"Now is neither the time or the place for your nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Bayonetta echoed. "You were singing a very different tune the last time I got my hands on you. You've been avoiding me, and that just makes me want you more."
"Believe me, that wasn't my intention."
She'd just recently started talking to the gentle goddess, Palutena, and she didn't want the witch's incorrigible nature and dodgy moral compass to mess that up.
She wouldn't be seduced. She owed it to Palutena.
Bayonetta laughed, the throaty sound like auditory sex, and the arm that wasn't braced against the locker snaked around Rosalina's waist. As she was brought flush against a warm, nubile form scantily clad in what appeared to be bits of black string, the princess felt her convictions waver.
Maybe...
There was movement on the other side of the double doors leading into the locker room and Rosalina took advantage of the woman's shift in attention to squirm out of her grasp and make a dash for the hallway, her towel clutched to her chest. She'd worry about how that looked later; escaping from the situation at hand was the lesser of the two evils.
A randy Bayonetta was a danger to her princess-borne principles.
...
Rosalina had in fact been actively avoiding Bayonetta-and for good reason. This hadn't been the first time she had been propositioned by the gorgeous dark-haired witch, nor would it be the last, but it /had/ been the first time she had managed to say no. She was ashamed to admit it, but since the very first instance when Bayonetta had caught her eye after a match and confidently invited the blonde back to her room, Rosalina had been putty between long, talented fingers.
Oh goodness, what was she thinking?
Shaking her head to rid it of the tempting slew of images that assaulted her brain, Rosalina let herself into the common room shared between herself and five other Brawlers. Thankfully, no one had been lingering in the halls to witness her headlong dash-
She froze when she noticed the blue-eyed boy sitting at the counter in the kitchen. Light brown hair bore a gold laurel and his outfit, a modified toga/tunic, and wings were pure white. He seemed to be in the middle of lunch, though his fork was held aloft, frozen between his plate and his open mouth. He also happened to be the right-hand angel of her current love interest.
Swearing inwardly, Rosalina cleared her throat and said, awkwardly, "I forgot my clothes in my room. Silly me."
Which didn't make any sense at all given that they had their own bathrooms... unless she'd exited the building naked? But the wide-eyed boy just nodded and she scrambled as gracefully as she could to her room.
Great. She just knew this little incident would come up in conversation later.
After she had dressed, Rosalina dared to poke her head out of her room. Pit had left, it seemed, which meant she could whip up something quick for lunch and then hide her face for the rest of the afternoon. After a precursory glance at the pantry's contents, the blonde turned to the fridge, hoping to find something that would appeal to her, only to squint and shade her eyes.
A luminous portal opened up in front of the double-doored appliance and out stepped a tall, green-haired beauty with kind blue eyes. Her garb was a mostly white affair, a long strapless dress draped in gold trimmings paired with strappy sandals that came up to her knee. She tapped the long staff in her hand against the ground and the vortex sealed shut, before turning to face Rosalina. She smiled and the blonde felt anxious butterflies flutter in the pit of her stomach.
Gosh, she was beautiful...
"I apologise for not being able to come see you sooner, Rosalina. Things have been hectic as I've been doing a lot of travelling between both worlds."
It wasn't easy being a goddess, she imagined, yet just the fact that the other woman made the time and effort...
Without her bidding, her feet brought her to the green-haired beauty and she embraced the other woman.
When the gesture was returned, she feared her chest might burst. "I'm just happy to see you."
And she was. Bayonetta may have satisfied the more carnal needs that surfaced every now and again, but Palutena had so much more to offer.
Never again, she promised herself silently, tightening her grip on the goddess.
That lasted for maybe a week.
It was a bright, sunny day and after a match on the cutesy verdant Dream Land stage, Rosalina was in the mood to spend some time outdoors. That was why she and her book made their way to the well-maintained gardens where rows upon rows of brightly coloured flowers bloomed around marble benches and pillars.
The expansive grounds also included a hedge maze to the east and a field where some Brawlers had taken to engaging sports for leisure to the west.
Rosalina sat on a bench beneath a massive oak and cracked open her book, but her mind kept wandering and she soon gave up on that. The sun warmed her skin, soothing her into a sleepy state, and she sat back on her hands, turning her face towards the radiant orb. Faintly, she could hear the sounds of the other Brawlers as they laughed and cajoled each other.
That was her favourite part of the tournament, to be honest. The Super Smash Brothers hosts had managed to unite vastly different people and creatures from different worlds and realities. They had bonded over their similarities and their differences, sparking alliances through a warriors' respect even as they faced off against one another in the multitude of stages.
Sure, there were those who would never see eye to eye, but the atmosphere here was a beautiful thing. If only they could bottle up just a bit of that and bring it back to their own worlds.
Rosalina hummed, her eyelids fluttering open, and she shaded her gaze from the sun. It was so peaceful out today. A gentle gust of wind prevented things from becoming too hot, rustling the treetops. The only thing missing was—
Something cold touched the side of her neck and she yelped, recoiling. The object in question was a can of juice from one of the many vending machines found at junctions between corridors within the facility. The person offering it...
"It's you." She did her very best to affect a haughty air as she accepted the beverage even though her pulse spiked. She had been quite thirsty. "What are you doing here?"
Skin that fair didn't mix well with the sun. Her gaze lingered on fair skin despite herself and she quickly opened and took a sip from the can to distract herself.
"You looked a little lonely." She chuckled, reclaiming the beverage and taking a draught herself.
Bright blue eyes narrowed, but she didn't comment.
To her surprise, she wasn't propositioned or harassed. Instead, Bayonetta sat down next to her, her thigh flush against Rosalina's if only because the bench wasn't big enough for the both of them. She handed the blonde the can and it was with some misgivings that she took another sip.
Just what was her game? She seemed almost... Human in this moment when usually she seemed to hold a total disregard for mortality, morality-anything that didn't have to deal with her own interests.
"Thank you, by the way. For the drink."
She nodded, mirroring Rosalina's earlier position and closing her eyes.
So, of course, the princess had to take a moment to steal glances at the full figure beneath that skintight catsuit. She'd seen the skin beneath it; had felt the silken touch of her skin, and tasted the wet excitement between pale thighs; had toyed with dusky nipples with both mouth and hand; had ridden that pretty face and kissed full lips afterwards, tasting herself on them.
Oh goodness... A quiet gasp left her as a single stormy orb slid open to regard her and a debauched smile curved the lips she'd just been fantasizing about.
"You wanna fuck, princess?"
Just like that her misgivings were gone, replaced with a healthy sense of desire.
She wanted to say no-to push Bayonetta and call her a name or storm off in a huff as though the very idea offended her. She did, honest. But it was so much easier to just be honest and honesty was an admirable trait, right?
"... Yes." More than anything.
Full lips claimed Rosalina's, a slick tongue twisting against hers when she moaned her approval. The witch tasted faintly sweet from the drink that they had shared.
She blamed this lapse on the kind gesture. Bayonetta had never treated her gently before and, coupled with her incredible sex appeal, she'd been weak.
She blamed it on warm, fuzzy thoughts she'd been thinking. Coexisting with others peacefully? Putting aside all differences? What better way to do that then to strip down all barriers, in a sense.
She blamed it on her frustration because Palutena was so utterly perfect and she was a joke in comparison.
She blamed it on... Well, it didn't matter what she blamed it on because more than anything she wanted the release the witch could provide.
This would be the last time. She swore it on her honour as a princess.
She meant it. This would be the last time...so she may as well enjoy it as much as she could.
"W-wait a moment," she protested when a daring hand hitched up her dress, pushing it up to her waist despite the fact that she tried to keep it in place. "We can't here—Mm!"
Once she had been kissed breathless, teeth stung the pale column of her throat and she wriggled, whimpering. This was all moving so quickly. When the Umbra Witch made up her mind, she was going to get her way no matter what—she knew that from experience. She clenched her thighs together, shivering as Bayonetta ran her hands over them. She wasn't going to let those sly digits make their way into her underwear and—
"Gods," she moaned, spreading her legs to allow the brunette access to the throbbing wet V between her legs.
Rosalina could still hear the calls of the Brawlers playing sports and it was... thrilling to know that they might be able to hear her, too, as she cried out. She moaned as long fingers thrust into tight wet heat, her sex clamping down around the intruders.
Bayonetta always knew just how to find every spot that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back.
Between the heat of the solar rays that filtered through heavy boughs and the vigorousness of the thrusts that made her arch her back, a thin sheen of sweat built up on the princess's fair skin. She clutched her lover's shoulders for purchase, sealing their lips together in an attempt to quiet the litany of moans that left her, but Bayonetta only fucked her harder, her ardent kisses forceful enough to bruise full lips.
"Let them hear, princess," she purred.
The brunette shifted, pulling Rosalina forward so that she straddled the taller woman's lap, and the angle that allowed for made the blonde see stars. She rutted against the other woman, her nails digging into leather covered shoulders, and sank her teeth into the witch's neck, hard enough to leave a mark. The intake of breath she heard over the pounding pulse in her ears emboldened her and she began to kiss and lick sensitive skin; Bayonetta's pace doubled in return, speeding her to the edge of oblivion.
Orgasm swept her to incredible heights and she cried out to the clear blue sky, a shudder running the length of her body.
By this point, Rosalina was far too flustered to continue and the other princesses, who had been sitting in spellbound silence, could only gape. Their wine had been all but forgotten as they'd gotten caught up in her admittedly titillating tale.
They let her squirm there, glancing from princess to princess for some sort of reaction, until finally she asked, "So...?"
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"Maybe it's the wine talking," Lucina began, at last. "But that was hot and I'm a mess."
She was a frank drunk, it seemed.
"Me, too," Zelda agreed.
"... Same," Peach sighed, despite her misgivings.
That managed to disperse some of the tension and the ladies returned to their drinks and their own thoughts.
It would be a tough act to follow.
"Wait, it just ended there? She left without expecting anything from you?"
"Well, no, not exactly..."
"Spill it, girl."
"You can't just let it end like that!"
The blonde shook her head rapidly, the ruddy hue of her cheeks darker still. "Absolutely not."
"Alright, simmer down," Zelda said, coming to her rescue. "Thank you for sharing, Rose."
She rescued the now-empty bottle from Peach, who blinked blearily down at her hands. When had she managed to finish it? She felt great. So great, in fact, that she stretched out like a cat, her drowsiness making her pleasant as pie when Zelda questioned if she was okay.
"Never better, love."
The Hylian rested a hand briefly on the crown of Peach's head, then asked, "Alright. Who's next?"
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