Hey, everyone! Who's ready for the next chapter? Our two stars didn't really go anywhere…*smiles evilly*
*Samus and Pit are tied up together behind the author, both fully naked*
*Pit is crying*
*Samus is screaming*
Pit: M-master! I-I'm so sorry!
Samus: AAAAAAUUUUUUUGH…NRRRRRRRRGG…PLEASE, PIT…NRRRGH…PLEASE, MORE!
*devil horns grow out of the author's head*
Yeah… they didn't go anywhere at all…
Samus awoke from her pleasure-induced nap several hours later. Reluctant she squinted her eyelids tighter, unwilling to abandon the warm, tingling feeling that still resonated in her weakened stomach. Her undisposed thighs shivered before as she put them into motion, feeling around curiously, attempting to discover where or on what she was lying.
"Good morning, master."
The huntress's lips reflexively curled into a small grin at the sound of her angel's delectable voice.
Gently she parted her eyes, greeted warmly with the soft, off-white shade of her bed sheets. She lifted her dreary head from the nest of covers, finding herself sheltered comfortably in her bedroom. She lazily scanned the room for the teen, unable to spot him.
"You have been asleep for exactly nine hours, forty-three minutes, and thirty-nine seconds. The time is currently 7:36 A.M. "
Samus sat up and became more confused and hurried in her motions, her head whipping around the room, trying to locate the angel. She checked every corner of the room, then spoke.
"Pit? Where are you?"
"Here, master."
She glanced down to the foot of her bed, finding the angel sitting cross-legged in silence. It was like he had just appeared.
She jumped.
He smiled brightly in return.
"I do apologize. If my trans-motional drive frightens you, I will cease to use it."
Samus sighed.
"Your…what?"
Pit's grin faded as he shrugged.
"It is merely a skill I possess. It allows me to move between locations without any trace or detectable attribute."
Samus groaned. She wasn't in the mood to deal with this. Not this early.
She caught a brief wind from the air conditioning vent installed in the roof above. She shivered and pulled more covers around her, so as to warm herself up.
The covers slipped around on her velvety, bare skin.
She didn't need the sheets to shield her from the cold as her temperature skyrocketed in a fiery blush.
She angrily threw a pillow at the angel, who made no effort to dodge it.
"What the hell?! Pit, where are my clothes?!"
His eyes sunk to the bed in shame.
"I apologize, master. While you were asleep, I peered into your memories to find your preferences as to how you rest. The majority I found displayed that you prefer to be fully unclothed when you sleep. Therefore, I gently undressed you, so as to not cause you to awaken. I carried you to what I assumed was your bedroom; as this is where you usually retire, I discovered. I laid you out in the position you standardly fall asleep in, which was a particularly difficult memory to locate. Additionally I cleaned your apparel, as it had been drenched in perspiration. I deactivated the lights in this room, and placed myself at the door to keep vigil. I did not move until you awoke. I am truly sorry if I invaded your privacy in any way."
Samus wasn't exactly sure what to feel. Infuriated? Embarrassed? Grateful? Frightened?
Scales began to tip towards the embarrassed side. She was beginning to accept the fact that the angel truly didn't mean to offend her by doing the things he did, and that it was possible that he didn't know any better. She was actually a little, excited, that someone as handsome as him was so kind, so caring, and so faithful, to no one else but her…
…and that he had taken the time to gently undress her…
She shook her head angrily. She needed absolutely NONE of those thoughts right now.
He spoke again.
"I can see that you're blushing. Do not feel embarrassed, Samus. You have a truly breathtaking figure."
Well then, embarrassed it was.
Samus blushed even harder. She shuffled deeper into her covers, as if trying to hide herself from Pit's piercing eyes.
She looked back up after a few moments.
"Wait, you said you looked into my memories?"
He nodded.
"How is that possible?" She asked.
He took a breath, then stopped.
"Would you like a demonstration?"
After hesitating a bit, she warily nodded.
He grunted and stood from the bed.
"As you wish, master."
In an instant he was at her side. He silently took a knee and gently fondled her chin in his palm, leaning in.
She withdrew as the tingling resurfaced in her skin.
"Not…not so close…"
He seemed hurt.
"Master, I cannot induce memory analysis unless physical contact is established. Please."
She groaned.
"…alright. Fine. Analyze away."
He nodded.
Wrapping his palm around her delicate chin once again, he slowly leaned in and softly touched his forehead to hers. Samus stifled her inner animal as her skin tingled under his touch once again. Pit seemed to relax as he sighed, his hand falling from her features.
"Can you hear it, master?"
Samus furrowed her brow.
"Hear? Hear what?"
"Shhhhh..." He shushed her. "Listen."
Samus silenced herself and closed her eyes. In the back of her mind, she could hear what sounded like a small vibration. The sound gradually evolved, adopting a tone, a pitch, and a particular, interesting rhythm. Soon, she deciphered the exact melody, discovering the sound to be…
…was that a violin?
The noise emanating in the corners of her mind was undoubtedly a violin. It was producing one of the most brilliant songs she had ever heard. It played delicately, tickling her ears lightheartedly as the sweet harmony both enchanted and entranced her now contented mind.
"I…" She whispered softly, "I hear it…"
Pit's voice echoed behind the violin, as if he was a good distance away.
"That is my essence. The violin plays for however long I am in your mind. While I am here, I can observe anything that you've ever done."
"But…why is it a violin? What sense does that make?"
Pit smiled, unseen to the huntress, whose eyes were closed.
"It is so only for me. Every living thing has its own spiritual instrument, according to its particular personal characteristics. The sound of it playing is usually inaudible, but I have the power to accent it."
He paused.
"I apologize, I neglected to ask. Would you like to hear yours?"
Samus was bewildered, but excited.
"S…sure?"
"Yes, master. Listen carefully."
Samus honed her ears and patiently waited for something to accompany the resounding violin. Another vibration surfaced, flowering slowly into a dazzling, high-pitched flute.
"Can you hear it?" Pit asked quietly.
The flute's gorgeous piece pooled with the sweet harmony of the violin, combining together to form a gorgeous, tuneful composition that tantalized the senses and left Samus breathless.
"Yes…I can hear it…"
"You have a very sweet, adaptable soul, Samus. I've never heard anyone's spiritual instrument harmonize with mine in such an immaculate manner. It's something truly incredible."
Samus couldn't fight back the heat of a small blush, spreading gently across her features, which were shaped lovingly into a tender smile.
Pit lifted his forehead from hers, disconnecting the mental link. The violin and flute duet slowly faded, until only silence remained in her mind.
As Samus opened her eyes, she realized that his hand was clasped strongly in hers.
Her blush increased twofold as she hurriedly discarded his hand, like it was trash.
Pit seemed unphased as he withdrew his hand. Again, he smiled brightly.
"Would you like me to dress you now, master?" He asked.
Samus gaped and slapped him.
"Um, NO!"
A few minutes after Pit had been kindly ushered out the door, a freshly bath-robed Samus strolled out of her bedroom, to find her angel waiting patiently outside. He followed her like a puppy as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Curiously, he watched her as she went through her morning routine at the sink.
"Master…" He asked, stopping her as she went to pick up her brush, "…may I brush your hair?"
She looked at him bewilderedly.
"Um…"
She didn't really know what to say. No one had ever really even seen her brush her hair, let alone ask to do it for her.
Well, he was asking to do her a favor, so she suspiciously permitted him.
"…sure?"
"Thank you, master."
He gently removed the brush from her hands and stepped around behind her, reaching up into her delicate, golden hair. His strokes became elegant and relaxed as he pushed through her locks, like he was painting a magnificent watercolor. He moved with a certain rapidity in his motions, but gentle enough so not to tug, performing his task with such grace and gentility that it almost made Samus nod off, contented with the tender crown massage.
Pit brushed her hair for much longer than she normally did herself. As soon as he set the brush down, she expected him to back away and stand silently, and then ask her to do something else. But instead, he went right on ahead without even her say so, wetting a washcloth with slightly warm water to wash her face with like he had done it a million times before.
"How did you know I always do that next?" She inquired.
"Remember, I looked through your memories." He stated quietly. "I know every in and out of your usual morning, and how you prefer every single detail."
He squeezed out the dampened rag and brought it up to the huntress's expression, whereas he gently and dexterously rubbed her reddening cheeks, as well as the surrounding skin. He washed her forehead, rinsed out the rag, and hung it over the faucet to dry.
Next, he decorated her toothbrush with toothpaste, gently wetted it, and held it in front of her mouth.
"Open, please, master."
At first the huntress was about to object, thoroughly convinced that she could brush her own teeth. But she was curious as to how he would fare, being that he had done a flawless job of getting her ready so far. Confused, but with a grin playing on her lips, she opened her mouth, allowing Pit's steady hand to carefully insert her toothbrush.
After he was finished, he rinsed the toothbrush out and tapped it on the side of the sink, finally setting it back on the counter. He filled a cup with warm water and handed it to Samus, who gratefully accepted it.
A girl could get used to this, she thought as she rinsed her mouth.
After she spit the water out, she stood and paced toward her shower, Pit following her blindly.
As she realized that he wasn't planning on leaving, she turned around and gestured him to the door. He simply cocked his head in reply.
"Yes, master? What is it?"
She groaned.
"You can LEAVE now…I can take a shower by myself."
He seemed heartbroken.
"But, master- what if you slip and fall? How could I live with myself if you break your arm or your leg, while I could have easily prevented it? How could I-"
"Pit, it's fine. Don't worry about me. I think I can take care of myself."
His eyes lightened up just a little.
"…alright, master. If that is what you want, I will leave it to you."
With that, he silently left the room.
Samus sighed and allowed her bathrobe to fall to the floor. She stepped into the shower, slid the curtain closed, and turned on the water, allowing the steaming-hot streams to flow through her levelled hair.
She took another sigh, filled her loofa with body wash, and silently began to scrub herself.
The water felt nice, like a loving massage across her heated skin. She spread the soap across herself, enjoying the slick, velvety way it made her feel. She slowly closed her eyes in relaxation.
"You've missed a spot."
Samus reached lazily behind her, and sure enough, she couldn't reach the center of her back.
"Don't worry, I've got it."
Heavenly chills danced up Samus's spine as a pair of soap-coated hands began to passionately stroke her skin, satisfying the area she was unable to reach.
"…mmm…thanks…"
"You're welcome, master."
…
…
Her eyes shot open.
"GET OUT!"
SMACK!
Pit sat silently, sopping wet, alone in the hall. His cheek still had a crimson handprint burned into the side. His head was between his knees, and his gaze was on the floor.
That was the third time master slapped me. I must be doing a terrible job, for her to hate me this much. I've got to make it up to her somehow.
He looked around, as if something in the empty hallway would be of some use to him.
His stomach growled, piercing the silence.
Goddess, how long has it been since I've eaten anything? I'm starving. I wonder if Sam-
He snapped his fingers.
That's it!
Without a second thought, he shot out of the corridor, shaking the walls as he blasted off.
Samus emerged from her bathroom some time later, squeezed into her zero suit, and still a tad peeved. She looked up and down the hall, but there was no sign of the intruding angel.
Before she could even furrow her brow, it hit her.
The delectable SMELL.
From what Samus could decipher, it was something concocted of the most perfect blend of salty and spicy, entangled with a divine steamy aroma that carried the scent like royalty through the air. Samus followed her nose like a hungry zombie as she stalked toward the kitchen, her mouth watering hungrily.
As she stepped into the kitchen, she found none other than Pit, gussied up in a chef's apron, working in a blur with something sizzling on the stove.
His head turned as soon as she took another step inside. Smiling, he flipped a small omelet off the pan he was working with and onto a plate he had set aside.
He switched off the oven, took the plate in hand, and with big, doughy eyes, handed to the huntress. His gaze silently conveyed: I'm sorry.
Whatever fury the huntress had in her reserves for the angel dissipated, replaced by a pleasant sense of befuddlement and bliss. Silently she accepted the plate, walked over to her table, sat down with her meal, and took a small bite.
She nearly cried. It was like she had been served a meal prepared by angels.
Which, ironically, she had.
The omelet didn't last long after Samus got its initial taste. She forked the egg down like it was the first meal she had eaten in weeks. Before she could engulf the last bite, however, she froze and glanced up, observing the angel that was watching her in mild amusement.
She blushed, embarrassed at her gluttonous mannerisms.
Her eyebrows jumped as she heard his stomach growl. He seemed as surprised as she was as he hurriedly wrapped his arms around his diaphragm, like he could muffle the sound. It was almost invisible, but Samus swore she spotted just a hint of color tickle Pit's cheeks.
Huh…She thought...I don't think he's eaten anything while he's been here…
She warily pushed what little omelet still remained on the plate in his direction.
"Kid…you hungry? You can have the rest if you want..."
He wrapped his wings around himself, like he was hiding his thinned stomach. A sharp sense of melancholy washed over his face as he squinted and shook his head no.
"N…No…master. I made that for you. I am not worthy to eat it. I would rather starve."
Samus sighed, holding her head in her hands.
"Kid, look, you have to eat something. I'm not going to let you waste away while you're cooking things for me. Just eat it."
Again, he responded with a hurried shake of his head.
"No, master, please. I do not want it. Don't-"
Samus growled as she stood abruptly from her chair, catching the angel's attention.
"Just eat it, kid. You're making me feel bad, which I don't tend to do."
Pit backed away a few steps as Samus took the plate and began to walk towards him.
"P-Please, master…I-"
She stabbed a little piece of the omelet with her fork and raised it level to the brunette's head, causing his eyes to widen.
"Come on, open up. If you're not going to eat it, I guess I'll have to force-feed it to you."
Pit backed into the wall.
"M-master-!"
Samus cornered him.
"Well? I said open up!"
Squinting his eyes shut, like she was about to slap him again, he leaned his head forward just a tiny bit and parted his lips.
Samus triumphantly shoved the fork in his mouth, in response to which he gagged for a brief minute. Slowly she removed the utensil, allowing him room to chew. He closed his mouth and did so, tears running down his cheeks, like it was excruciating. Eventually he swallowed, much to the huntress's satisfaction. She looked down to the plate and stabbed another piece.
"There, that wasn't so painful, was it? Okay, ready for another bite?"
The angel's eyes widened even more. Startling Samus as his wings swiftly unfurled and spread, he shot up into the air, hovering just out of her reach.
Samus froze. She had never actually seen him fly. The medical scan said that he could, but she had never personally witnessed it.
His wings seemed much larger when they were in motion, demonstrating their full, unrestricted potential that they were inhibited from using when the angel was earthbound. Each rhythmic pulse resounded with a soft whoosh, carving through the air like a blow-torched katana through butter. The feathers were brilliant in their radiance, showering the kitchen in a barrage of heavenly light and a blizzard of snowy plumes. Believing that he was a real angel was a little easier now than it was before.
His shaky voice snapped her back to reality.
"Master, I have eaten, as you requested. Please, I do not wish for more."
She scowled, squeezing the fork in her hand.
"ONE BITE IS NOT ENOUGH. Come on, you're eating the rest of it. And come down from there!"
He shook his head suddenly and fluttered over to the other side of the room, now perched on top of the fridge.
"Please, master, I don't-!"
She sprinted over to the fridge, frightening the angel with her quick burst of speed.
"No! You're eating this! You hear me?!"
He jumped off the fridge and into the air again, soaring around the room like an angry hornet, while Samus gave chase.
It carried on like that for a while.
Eventually, an exhausted Samus ceased her pursuit and placed her hands on her knees, catching her breath. Pit wasn't even breaking a sweat.
She looked up furiously at the angel, who was cowering timidly on the very top of the highest cabinet. Slowly he glanced down to her, heartbroken at himself for putting her through so much trouble.
He leaned just a tiny bit over the edge.
"Master, I-I'm-"
Samus smiled evilly. Now was her chance.
Snapping out her Paralyzer, she switched the gun into an electric whip and lashed it up at the teen. He was too startled by the swift flash of neon orange that he didn't move, allowing the stunning cable to ensnare him like a bird in a net, distributing harsh jolts of energy through his spine. He yelped in surprise. With a sharp tug Samus yanked him off of his perch and onto the floor, his back connecting with the steel with a loud thump!
Swiftly she upped the voltage, sparking spasms in Pit's body. She flipped over to his left side and brought her knee crushingly down on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and pinning him down at the same time. She shut down the whip's electrical feed but withdrew a little of its length back within the gun, tightening it fiercely around the teen.
When all had settled, Samus was panting victoriously over the imprisoned brunette, while he whimpered innocently.
…so innocently…
Samus began to enjoy the position she was in; straddling the helpless, handsome angel. He was mercilessly restrained in the huntress's whip, completely incapable of defending himself. His arms and wings were detained to his sinewy waist, like a gift just begging to be unwrapped. The short, skimpy little breaths he stole were so fragile and delicate, like he could perish if he was even looked at in the wrong way. His gigantic, watery eyes conveyed such virtue, such faultlessness, such utterly untainted purity…
…such that Samus wanted nothing more than to simply eat him alive…
She rattled those thoughts out of her head as her heart went into overdrive.
Without a word, she stabbed a piece of the long-since cold omelet Pit had prepared and stuffed it in the whimpering little angel's mouth.
It was only minutes later when Samus decided to finally get down to business. The first thing she had to get accomplished was to inspect the enemy landing ship, as the pirates that attacked earlier must have had a transport of some kind. Once aboard, she would raid their ship for the equipment she needed to repair her gunship. Then it was only a race against the clock, with her scrambling to patch up her ship before the next round of pirates could be sent out. They must have been sure of her location now, being that the original scout group that was sent to the meteor didn't return.
After stationing herself at the elevator-like exit hatch, she activated the Varia Suit, allowing the huge hunk of auburn-tinted metal to fade in around her figure.
She glanced around for Pit, but there was no sign of him. He had seemingly disappeared as soon as she had stepped out of the kitchen, and she hadn't seen heads or tails of him since.
She shrugged, maybe it was for the bett-
"Back here, master."
Frightened at the sudden appearance of his voice, she whipped around, finding him situated comfortably on the elevator floor, cross-legged and smiling brightly.
She sighed.
"Alright, kid, look, you've got to stop doing that. You're starting to freak me out."
His smile didn't fade, but his gaze fell a little.
"Yes, master. If that is what you want."
The elevator trembled slightly as the door sealed shut. The hiss in the air echoed through the small cabin as the air lock released. The deployment silo jolted just a bit as it started to descend.
A thought struck Samus.
She looked back down to the angel on the floor.
"Hey, you can survive in space, right?"
Pit shrugged.
"I suppose so, master. Your memories showed you carrying me into this ship from a considerably thinner atmosphere, so I should be fine. I do not respire, so I should be fine regardless. My true concern is the pressure release factor, but I believe I am able to regulate that."
Again, Samus sighed.
"Whatever you say."
The elevator halted to a stop. The door slid open, exposing the two to the empty cavern.
Pit shivered as the two stepped out.
"Brisk." He started bluntly, his voice becoming silent in the thin air.
Samus shook her head. Her suit's temperature scale read hundreds of degrees below zero, and he called it "brisk." It almost made her laugh.
The huntress pulled up a radar screen inside her helmet. Within moments, she had the Pirate Landing Vessel pinpointed and isolated on her sensors. She motioned for Pit to follow her.
It took much less time to reach the cavern's mouth rather than its bottom. Stepping out of the chasm, the two observed the massive, infinitely-spanning stark-black sky, speckled with countless scintillating stars. It was day on their side of the asteroid, so they both got healthy eyeful of the local sun, Aciax Minor, as it easily outshined the surrounding stars and provided sharp contrast to the midnight-colored atmosphere.
The PLV was conveniently located right outside the cave's mouth. Samus smirked as she spotted it and began to walk, expecting the angel to trail behind her.
But he didn't. After she had strolled a few yards away, she turned to him expectantly, wondering what was up.
He seemed like he was in a trance. His eyes were hard-fixed on the shadowy-painted heavens spread before him, like he had never seen them before. She could see him start to tremble. His wings gradually spread out. He looked like he was remembering something.
His mouth began to move. Samus almost instinctively activated her suit's lip reading function, being that there wasn't any sound in space.
It read:
SUBJECT TARGETING: COMPLETE
SUBJECT DIALOGUE: PALUTENA
That was the only word that appeared. Samus furrowed her brow. What did that mean? What is a name?
Wait, he mentioned that name before. Who was it now? His…his…oh, what was it…
She froze.
He said it was the "goddess" that he served! What, is he seeing something I'm not? Why's he going all crazy all of a sudden?
Concerned, but with a schedule to keep, she walked over to the entranced angel. Seeing that her presence wasn't enough to snap him out of his daze, she took him roughly by the shoulders and shook him violently, drawing out of his daydream.
He blinked a few times, shook his head, and put a hand to his temple. Samus shot him a confused look, and he returned one.
Shaking it off as nothing, the two slowly regained their bearings and started toward the PLV.
I think we'll stop there for this chapter.
Personally, I didn't really like this one. The main purpose of this part of the story was to get all of Pit's descriptions out of the way without Samus having to stare at him for 934526 seconds. Also, to convey a little of Pit's more innocent characteristics and throw a little more mystery on the side. It was okay in some parts, but it got too awkward and cheesy for me. Let me know what you guys think.
By the way, I hope you guys can acknowledge the fact that I am the ONLY AUTHOR alive who can make an entire, drawn-out, and absolutely terrible scene of someone getting ready in the bathroom. (Just kidding) Don't worry, there's some action on the way.
And yes, my stories are getting progressively more perverted. I'd like to apologize to the female half of my audience, JUST IN CASE I offended anyone. You guys, though, I know you enjoy it. *squints eyes and grins cheekily*
Yeah, don't take my word for law as to how angels really act. I don't have a clue as to how they actually conduct themselves. I just thought this way was funny.
Samus's ship is like a little apartment, no? Kinda homey.
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Samus, your screaming is getting annoying. Here.
*cuts ropes and gives the two back their clothes*
No hard feelings, right?
*Samus reaches back to slap the author, but Pit catches her hand*
Pit: Nope! None at all!
Good!
Samus: WHAT?! WHY-!
Pit: Master…shh…you know you enjoyed it…
*silence*
Pit: …I know I did…
*licks her arm*
*she shivers*
Yeah, I think I need help. This is becoming a problem.
Peace!