The champion and the pirate
Link wasn't quite sure how he got in this position.
Shackled to the wall of a strange place, he was trying to pin down how he got there as he had woken up mere moments ago. With no clear recollection of how manacles were put on his wrists, the faint shaking and creaking of the wood along with some of the items found in the room, a map, a compass and so forth, told him that he was inside a ship of some sort, perhaps even a private cabin. The luxurious treasures, the many rupies and the size of the place, along with a bathtub strangely enough, convinced him that this was the captain's own cabin and that he was their captive. And there was only one pirate swift and dastardly enough these days that might have a chance in a fight against him.
"Finally awake, are we? Good," the pirate in question said, arriving on the scene with a smirk on her face as none other than Risky Boots, the self-appointed Queen of the Seven Seas, made her entrance as she pushed the door to her cabin open. "Oh my, my crew certainly made it so you'd be appealing to the eye when I enter. They did a good job...Then again, you made it easy for them, you stud~"
He realized quickly enough, through feeling a swift gust of wind on him due to the open door, that his chest was bare. His champion's tunic and his shirt, along with his weapons, had all been confiscated, thrown into a little pile that he could see in the corner of the room. He was her prisoner, that much was clear, but whatever she wanted would be denied as Link had no time for pirates, for those who pillage and steal their way through life. As the champion of Hyrule and the appointed knight in charge of protecting Princess Zelda, it was his duty to give no information or help to the enemy...And judging by her actions she was most definitely one.
"You know, for someone with such a reputation, you didn't seem all that prepared to fight against me or my crew. It's as if you've never fought a lady before," Risky teased as she closed the door and removed her hat and her weapons, feeling most assuredly secure in her position. "If it weren't for that superb chest of yours or those blonde locks, I'd actually be curious as to why someone like you would be given such a big and important job as the bodyguard of the princess. I guess it's more your body than the guard part that's important here."
She wanted a rise out of him, yet Link would certainly not give her the satisfaction. He analyzed his surroundings and for any opportunity to escape or fight back and his eyes eventually wandered, perhaps a little too long, on Risky herself. Her reputation as a deadly woman was only equal to the beauty that people assigned to her and, he had to admit, she was impressively alluring. She wore pants not unlike those the Gerudo wore, purple in their color, she had some muscles and her pale skin seemed to be near-flawless in appearance. She had wide hips, a slim yet taut belly and her cleavage certainly did not leave much room to the imagination. If it wasn't for the skull-motif top that she wore, which was extremely evil-looking and kind-of obvious as to her temperament, she'd almost be beautifully inconspicuous. His gaze stayed perhaps a little too long on her forms and curves as Link's attention was brought back to reality by a light laugh coming from Risky Boots herself as she herself observed him.
"Enjoying what you see so far, hero?" she teased as she crossed her arms in a mock-chastising manner, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking about right now. "I'm sure a goody two-shoes like you prefers princesses and damsels as opposed to strong women like me...But I'm making you doubt right now, am I?"
She chuckled anew and seemed to appreciate the moment far more than him. However, as stoic as he appeared to be, Link wasn't entirely devoid of attraction to Risky. Her personality was nothing to speak about if he was to stay polite, yet it did seem like she had a head on her shoulders as she had indeed managed to penetrate the Hyrulean seas a few months ago, managed to never get caught and was always one step ahead of just about anyone, including the princess and the champions. This took a cunning mind, a penchant for strategies and a fair amount of skills, things that she seemed to pull off without breaking a sweat. Combined with her rather open sex-appeal, she'd almost be a rival to Princess Zelda if she wasn't so obviously evil and selfish. He did not know where she came from, possibly somewhere far away and exotic as judged by her clothes and skin tone, yet a part of him knew that someone like her would possibly always be ahead of Zelda in many respects. Judging the boldness in which she wore such a revealing outfit, something that the princess would never dare wear, she had audacity and a certain je-ne-sais-quoi which Link would never attribute to Zelda. As precious and kind-hearted as she was, it seemed like Risky was not avert to risks, far from it. Still, as much as he thought about it, he tried not to give too much credit to a woman like her, as she was evil and deserved no respite or respect and he would give her none.
"Lost in your head, are we? Already thinking of me, I hope?" Risky playfully said, bending down so as to make sure Link would see the valley of her cleavage, an overt attempt at temptation and seduction. He looked at it for a single instant and felt a little embarrassed, averting his gaze after a moment passed, which seemed to make Risky think and analyze the situation. "I see what kind of person you are, champion. Pure of heart, prone to heroism and absolutely invulnerable to corruption...But perhaps this might help you relax and change your mind~"
She approached even closer and then went on to sit on his lap, straddling his legs with her own as she was much too close for comfort. She explored his muscles with her hand, gently caressing his muscular chest and his abdominal muscle, showing an almost-tender side to him. However, she had a predatory glimmer in her eyes and a mean little smile on her face as she chuckled lightly. Link was left uncertain as to what she had in mind and part of him didn't exactly hate her proximity, though the fact that he was in such a predicament against his will certainly made the situation lose a large amount of its appeal. She adjusted her purple hair with a simple gesture and then placed one of her hands on his cheek, broadcasting in advance what she'd be doing as she approached her face closer to his. She was inches away from kissing him and, as lovely as she looked, Link certainly didn't want this to happen and he tried to move his face away from her. What happened, however, was quite different than he anticipated as she instead bent her back at the last second, showing an impressive amount of control and smothered his face with her breasts and her top. Muffled and caught in complete surprise, he knew that she was bold and fearless, but he hadn't expected her to be so shameless, showing just much of a far cry she was from the demure Zelda. She left him in this position for a few seconds, letting him feel the softness of her chest and its fragrance, finally releasing him with a satisfied smirk on her lips. She removed herself from his lap and stood in front of him, as if waiting for his reaction before proceeding any further.
He was somewhat stunned, certainly unprepared for someone to use her seductive wiles so easily and without any hesitation. As he readjusted himself, his sight still set on her cleavage, he realized that she had walked away and that something had changed about her top, notably the "eyes" of the skull itself. There wasn't anything special about them prior to this moment, but now it seemed like they were emanating swirls of yellow and red, with one color being dominant over the other in each eyes. Something about that seemed...fascinating to him for some reason. He knew not why, nor how, but it was intriguing, appealing, and he felt like he had to watch those swirls which were on top of this admittedly delightful chest of hers.
"I learned this from an old rival of mine some time ago. It's something that can be...magical under the right circumstances," Risky went on to say, her tone a little more honeyed as she went on to bump her hips to the right, then to do so again to the left. She repeated this motion, opting for less-refined movements at the start until those isolation were no longer to the side, but made up and down as her waist stretched in and out, the pendulum-like motion adjusting itself to be a cycle while she placed her hands on those wide hips of hers. "Many people like to watch these kinds of performance...And I bet you won't be any different~"
There was definitely something interesting about this, with Link feeling a little flush and quite confused right this instant. It made not much of any sense that she'd capture and then dance for him, her movements not unlike some of the Gerudo dances he had witnessed in the past. What made this even more fascinating, though, were the eyes of her top, who spun those yellow and red swirls so tantalizingly, mesmerizing him as he just felt magnetically pulled to them, not just because of her large breasts, but because of something else that he couldn't quite figure out yet.
"Just relax...As you can see, I don't plan on harming you. Far from it, I'm going to give you the best moment of your life...Just watch my dance and enjoy yourself. Look at my bra and give yourself some rest~" Risky said, her tone calm yet certainly tinted by a certain trepidation, an excitement that felt right for Link to hear, as if this was a little naughty gesture of hers that he could somewhat enjoy despite it all. "Watching my beautiful belly and staring at my chest makes you feel so relaxed...so happy...It wouldn't hurt to keep on looking at me...You gotta keep an eye on your enemy, after all~"
There was a trick here, but Link was wary enough to understand that it was better to really observe her in case she tried something. Still, it was true that it was a beautiful sight as Risky went on to stop her bumps and instead went on to do some figure-eight with her hips, twisting and swaying them as her taut, yet very soft-looking belly seemed to stretch for his eyes only. It was hard to concentrate on both her top and her stomach at once, yet Link would not be fooled and would keep an eye on her, a little sigh escaping from his lips as he calmed down as per her advice.
"You can't really focus on my dance and top together, can you? Both are so beautiful, so sexy, that it seems like you'd want to be able to look at them for hours if you could, right?" Risky suggested, moving a step backward and going for a twirl, snapping the bra away from his stare for the briefest of instants before she placed herself back in a position where Link could see both. Adjusting her figure-eights, she went for vertical ones as mayas were her movements now, using her feet to rise up her hips and then pushing them to the side, creating sexy waves with her waist. "That's much better, isn't it?"
It truly was as this little step made it so Link could definitely focus on her sumptuous belly and that top of hers. He had been snapped out of it for a second, but its return was greeted with a smile on his face as he looked at it anew, finding this spectacle she offered simply fascinating. He felt a little embarrassed about it, yet it was hard to lie to himself when it came to a certain attraction to this gorgeous pirate.
"There's no shame in admitting you find someone beautiful, even when it's someone you think of as a rival or an enemy...And I am very, very beautiful, aren't I?" Risky said, smirking as she looked at just how mesmerized Link was right now, his head spinning slightly as if it was trying to follow the swirls and their pattern. "It just becomes so easy to stare and to never avert your gaze away from me, to indulge in my curves and my sex-appeal~"
He could definitely understand what she was talking about. Her dance was so fluid as his vision was filled with spirals currently, as if his focus was beginning to remove certain objects or even the decor away from his perceptions, making it so Risky Boots was the only one he could see. Frankly, she was the most interesting sight in the room and Link couldn't object to gazing at her, a little smile forming on his lips as he truly saw her as gorgeous. She could be evil and sexy all at once...and it was okay.
"The more you stare at my dance and at my top, the more you want to never let go of them. The red and yellow swirls are just so easy to stare at, making you feel so relaxed and happy, just like my dance~" Risky explained, going for a more aggressive stance with her approach without losing the honeyed tongue she was such an expert at wielding. She reversed her mayas, pushing her hips in reverse as she brought her legs closer to one another while she lifted her arms in the air to properly balance things out. "You can't help but look, can't help but feel so relaxed, so at peace, when you look at me and my dance. You crave to gaze, need to stare and you should indulge yourself as much as you want while you look at my mesmerizing tits or my hypnotic hips~"
It was okay to look, okay to appreciate and the moment Link could comprehend these notions the same swirls appeared in his eyes, replacing his irises as yellow and red were all that he could see beside Risky Boots. He was feeling dizzy, yet a very good and very nice kind of unbalance as his body grew infinitely more limp, as if his strength had faded without him being too aware of it.
"The swirls make it so hard to think and the more you look at them, the more you lose focus...On everything else but me...But that's okay as you just want to stare at my top and my waist, yes?" Risky continued, her reverse mayas making her seem snake-like in her motions as she upped the pace of her hips being pushed to the side, creating sweet waves on her abdomen as a result. "So relaxed...So focused on me...So happy...So at peace~"
He smiled in a goofy fashion and his strength simply vanished, the shackles maintaining him in place as Link really felt as if he was in a little trance of happiness right now, this sensation being rather close to the truth. Hypnotized by those motions and by the pirate making them, his mind was turning slowly into mush, into clay which she might be able to mold. A small part of him still thought that this was a trick, something he ought to defend against...And yet it was so hard to think, so hard to concentrate on anything but what was in front of him: the sexy Queen of the Seven Seas.
"You really should thank me for offering you this wonderful moment, for being such a great host, champion..." Risky said, getting bolder as she went on to take a step forward, not bothering with any twirls as she bumped her hip up with this step before taking another and repeating the same pattern with her other leg, progressing toward him. "Say 'thank you for your hospitality, Queen of the Seven Seas' for me~"
As she got closer and closer, he couldn't quite see her dance as effectively anymore, yet he could see her top which mesmerized him so thoroughly. Without thinking, without properly pondering upon this, his lips moved on their own, obeying this demand from Risky Boots. "Thank you for your hospitality... Queen of the Seven Seas..."
She was much closer to him now, having stopped her dance and yet her top was less than a meter away from his eyes as she smirked at the sight of the foolish-looking champion. "You loved my dance, didn't you? Tell me how much you loved it and you might even get a reward~"
The notion of a reward, combined with this simple and innocent question, made it so Link could not see the harm in telling her the truth. Too addled by her top which made it so hard to think, it was just easy to listen to her, so simple to just focus on her and nothing else. "I loved it...Your belly is sexy...Your navel is deep and round and gorgeous...Your hips were fascinating...Mesmerizing...Just like your chest..."
He was as good as hers now, enchanted by this top which she had stolen from one Hypno Baron. Greatly amused by this, she gave him the reward promised as she got closer and smothered his head in her breasts for a few moments before freeing him from these soft and squishy restraints. His eyes were still emitting those red and yellow swirls as his eyelids were droopy and struggling somehow, a very fair indicative that he was in a trance...yet one that could go so much deeper still. "I might have another reward for you, a much more intimate and private dance if you answer these questions truthfully," Risky proposed, moving her chest left and right to properly conduct where this would be going and to ensure that Link would still be a captive of her sexy spell. "Don't lie, though. If you do, I won't ever dance for you...And you don't want that to happen, yes?"
He truly didn't. Having seen her dance and how sexy she looked while she performed made it so Link wanted to see it again. Somewhat already looking forward to this, a thought that grew stronger with his eyes so close to her chest and those particularly enthralling swirls, Link nodded in response in as apt a fashion as he could muster, which meant slowly and somewhat inefficiently. The message passed, however, as Risky chuckled softly and moved just a tiny bit closer, her chest dominating his gaze even more.
"Tell me how you feel about Zelda, about the ruler of Hyrule...Tell me everything about what she means to you, champion..."Risky asked, wobbling her chest just a little to jog his memory and keep him hypnotically distracted. "As her knight, I'm sure you hold special feelings for her, would I be right to assume that?"
She was indeed right, much like she had been since the start of this discussion. He had presumed a degree of intelligence from this pirate, yet Risky was wiser than he expected, with more respect growing out of his mind and his heart as her awe-inducing appeal certainly kept on growing on him. "Yes...I love her...She is beautiful, both inside and out...She is truly the one who stole my heart..." he admitted without shame, feeling that if he lied he wouldn't get what he openly desired: to see Risky dance anew.
She smiled at that answer as her lips turned this little amusement into something sinister while she ran her hand down his chest, her fingers lightly teasing his nipples before they trailed down and then she went on to run her fingers on his tights, exactly where his particularly rock-hard cock rested. "And how do you feel about me? Do you think I'm sexy...Irresistible...Downright hypnotic?" Risky asked, her fingers caressing his crotch with a continuous and yet tender touch, more there to tease and tantalize than to truly induct pleasure. "Admit to how I make your heart throb and beat to the rhythm of my dance, boy~"
Her touch made him conscious again about his entire body, especially now that she was touching him there. This caused him to gasp for a moment before he unconsciously leaned a little toward her hand. She handled him so gently and yet so sexily that he was feeling like he'd melt, the swirls already doing that to his mind while her body was on its way to replicating the same effect physically. "I find your body gorgeous...Your skin is unique and flawless...Your belly and your hips are incredible...And your chest is...is..."
"Mesmerizing...You can say it~" Risky went on to say, completing his sentence as she approached her breasts inches before his face to emphasize her point, relenting as she backed away for now, leaving Link mind-blown by this initiative of hers. "But if you had to choose, to truly choose, between Zelda and I...Who would you pick? Would you choose the pure princess...Or the sexy pirate?"
She squeezed his penis a little with the last part of her question, coaxing a reaction and an answer out of him. He gasped again and smiled, yet his mind could not give out an answer to this extremely difficult question. In the past, he'd have chosen Zelda any day...But after seeing how sublime Risky could be and having felt sensations unlike any he had experienced in the past thanks to her dance and her wonderful, wonderful chest...He wasn't so sure anymore. "I...I don't know...I just..."
"Thank you for your honesty, my little champion. As promised, for answering all of my questions...You get a little reward~" Risky said before pulling the same gesture as before, approaching Link's face with her own and, instead of arching her back to stuff his face in her cleavage, she instead followed through with a kiss. Her lips came in contact with his, strong and warm as she was the one really in charge as she darted her lips against his, going for something much more passionate and sensual. There was no chastity, no demure behaviour coming from that kiss...Only a hunger and needs as Link went on to softly participate. For any effort that he put through, though, he was easily dominated by Risky as her taste was filling his mouth and he moaned gently. This was pleasant, very much so, even though it was also a little forceful. The smack of her lips pushed away from his own filled the room as she smirked while Link smiled in a goofy fashion, smitten by Risky at this point. "And now, I will fulfill my promise to you. Do watch me with great care~"
She went on to remove his shackles with one swift movement, letting him fall down to the floor as his body was without power, without strength. Still gazing upon the swirls, an addiction at this point, they seemed to sap away his force and made him feel extremely relaxed and complacent, compliant even. Still, he felt like any moment he gazed upon her was like a little dream, one that he did not want to be snapped away from. She towered over him, his slack body resting against a nearby wall while she stood up, his eyes still fixated on her chest while she smiled in triumph. And then...she danced again like she said she would.
It was slower now, more methodical, as the spirals seemed to match her pace as well. She placed her arms behind her head and went on to push her belly forward, then suck in the air in her lungs so as to retract it. She did so without much skill at first, yet she combined those two moves to create a singular one, ripples on her stomach forming so as to send waves, turning those into belly rolls of exquisite quality. "Just watch my dance and allow yourself to relax even further, to really appreciate every inches of my belly and my sumptuous body~" Risky said with a tone that felt more assertive, more like a command than a suggestion at this point. "You just can't stare at anything else but me. You just love watching me, listening to me...It just feels so right...So good~"
How right she was. Ever since those swirls showed up, it had been nothing but a good time for Link as he couldn't get enough of her. She was so incredibly sexy, so confident that it was hard to argue with anything she was saying. He felt a compulsion to just consider everything she said with the utmost importance, with the greatest care he could muster for any possible subject.
"I'm sure you're filled with wild fantasies involving swirls, my body and your own needs. Let those perverse thoughts come to life, enjoy them and bask in their perversity, champion~" Risky suggested, looking at Link while he himself seemed to stare both at her and at something else entirely, a perfect version of Risky that was forming in his mind and nowhere else. "Let your lust burst to life~"
"Let...my lust...burst to life..." Link repeated, his mouth moving on its own as while he looked at Risky, he began to see her more like a colossi, a giantess due to the way she towered over him. She was grand in so many ways as the swirls grew to encompass his vision, swallowing everything except Risky...Who went on to double herself and then quadruple herself to continue. She multiplied, faint after-effects forming in his eyes as he saw here everywhere and nowhere all at once. Then...Something else occurred.
"You're infatuated with me, completely in love with my body and my mind~"
She saw her handling his cock with her chest, sandwiching him with her top still on as every jerking motion sped up the swirls inside them. It was completely hypnotic and oh-so pleasurable yet it was the illusion of bliss that crashed through him, a lived-through fantasy that he indulged in just like she said he should. "I'm infatuated with you...Completely in love with your body and your mind..." he repeated, his voice devoid of passion and intelligence, a drone-like quality instilled within.
He was beginning to get lost in those thoughts, in the prison of his mind and she was the jailer, the one crafting an inimitable key as Risky heard his voice and his response, which made her chuckle. She went on to continue her belly rolls yet also added swaying to the routine. His gaze was still set on it, her body a pendulum for his his eyes to follow hypnotically, furthering his trance in a sordid and sexy manner. "Zelda would never do those kinds of thing with you...Nor would she shower you in such bliss...Be happy that the great Risky Boots allows you to enjoy something as beautiful as this..."
It was true that Zelda would never dance so sexily, so sensually for him. He finally grabbed hold of reality as the real Risky went on to become the center of his vision, her power over him growing in a fashion that became intoxicating as the red and yellow swirls seemed inconsistent in some spots, yet each view of them still brought untold bliss to his mind and his body. He couldn't focus any longer and her words were the only anchor he had on reality and thus he listened carefully, hearing everything she had to say with great interest. What she said was true, though, that Zelda was definitely not as sexy as Risky in terms of looks as the more he looked at her undulating belly, the more aroused and smitten he was. It seemed like every waves she sent his way was like a kiss from her navel and belly sent straight at him, creating ripples in the swirls with her body being the only thing not out-of-focus he could concentrate upon.
"I'm so much sexier than the princess~"
Another faint voice, an echo of her own, passed through his mind as he imagined himself masturbating in front of her dance, jerking himself off while she looked at him with a smile on her face, dancing solely for him as she enjoyed the pleasure she sent in waves toward his needy crotch. It was obscene, but this thought nevertheless made him shiver in anticipation, sending some strength in his body for a passing second before the lax nature of his blissfully mindless state came back with a vengeance. "You're so much sexier than the princess..."
"And what has she done for you beside order you around, give you big great tasks and merely showed you gratitude with meaningless words? She hasn't earned your loyalty at all in truth, hasn't she?" Risky said, her rolls beginning to get slower and yet more expansive as she twisted her hips, turning this dance into rolling figure-eights to not let her routine grow stale in the slightest. "I'm your enemy and I've done more to reward you than she ever has, I bet. Would she ever dance like this or let you gaze at her chest so openly like I do?"
His mind was feeble, nearly non-existent now and thus it was so easy to agree with her, to see her version of events. She had been nothing but generous, kind and sexy all the while Zelda was possibly letting him rot there. Thankfully, Risky Boots was nothing if not a beautiful and merciful pirate, a true wonder and someone quite worthy to be called the Queen of the Seven Seas. The way she sent waves on her stomach told of her affinity with the oceans and seas of the world, replicating the qualities of its waters on her supple body.
"So much effort wasted on such a simple and ungrateful being, wouldn't you say? It's quite sad in a way..." Risky declared, taking a step forward so as to make her right hip brush softly against his cheek before returning to her initial position. "I bet looking at me like this is making you reconsider your true position and to who you should devote your life to, am I right?"
"I should be your one true princess...Your captain~"
Another vision, this one of her jerking him off, his cock in her hand as she straddled him, her chest against his face while the swirls dominated his sight so wonderfully. Every motions of her body sent spasms and he felt tremors within his waist as this proved to be too sweet a scenario for him to contend with. "You should be my one true princess...My captain..."
"There is no reason why we should be enemies in the first place. Someone of your talent would be more than welcome aboard my ship," Risky suggested, reversing her undulations so as to not project her stomach toward his face, but instead pulling him in with a renewed emphasis on her belly. "You could work under the care of the Queen of the Seven Seas, become a pirate and be near me always...This sounds absolutely amazing, wouldn't you say?"
She seemed to grow taller with each undulation, overpowering him with sheer sexiness as her swirls and her belly really brought him under her charm, enchanting him thoroughly. He couldn't think any longer, his thoughts really cemented on certain topics now: how lovely she was, how grateful he was and how much right she always seemed to be. This offer seemed too good to be true and he felt like he owed her big time for this, that he was in no position to refuse not because she was mightier and stronger than he was, but also because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he refused. Why go back to dull Zelda when he'd be able to indulge himself with Risky Boots, the Queen of the Seven Seas? More visions of Risky cascaded through his mind, slipping through the swirls beside the dancing Risky as he envisioned her purple lips, her long hair, her captivating gaze and the whole of her beauty and he sighed furthermore, losing more and more of himself to the hypnotic Risky Boots.
The way he talked back, agreeing with her and his swirl-filled eyes told her that this was enough, that she could wrap this up now...But where would be the fun in that? She knew it could go further, that she could have way more fun with Link and that it was her right to plunder anything she wished, including his mind. Activated by thoughts, her hypnotic top, slow-going for now, went on to go faster and faster until it went almost berserk in its speed, creating a faint aura of red and yellow around her chest as she smirked seductively at so much power being present around her generous assets. She then stopped her belly rolls and went with something that seemed quite apropos: shimmies. Her hips went on to bump into overdrive as her knees and thighs sent waves after waves toward them, creating ripples of the highest caliber as her belly flesh jiggled sensuously before Link's eyes. "This will make you really relax, Link. Look at my jugs, at my dance and you'll feel peace like never before~"
He felt as if his mind, his very soul, were pulled toward those swirls. Like an out-of-body experience, he was pulled as if he was being sucked inside Risky's body itself, making the swirls in his eyes match the pace set up by her top. He was overwhelmed, weakened to the extreme and it felt somewhat dangerous now, yet the bliss of her dance, of her shaking hips, made it somewhat okay.
"Stare into the swirls and let them fill your mind, let their hypnotic power bring you further into trance, into my untouchable power. Stare and be content, my minion~" Risky commanded, her shimmies going for an emphasis on the right and then to the left, as if she swayed as well as she shook, creating something else for Link to follow while his mind was being connected to her top. She could actually feel his mind as if it were an entity that was weakened by her words, torn apart by her suggestions and commands. "Forget about Zelda..."
The visions of a princess, blonde-haired, beautiful, kind and gentle were essentially ripped away as those swirls swallowed them, her name now removed from his memories as Link couldn't think about her anymore, her very existence an impossibility that he couldn't dwell upon any longer. It felt terrifying, but the dance that Risky Boots offered him made him feel joy and elation no matter what. She looked so heavenly, so gorgeous, that whatever it was that happened was most assuredly only something she did to help him out...And he wanted to be good for her too, for her generosity with this dance that she was offering so kindly to his unworthy eyes.
"Forget about Hyrule..." Risky commanded, her voice lost in a certain lust undertone due to her power and the appeal of her control over him. She felt her bra suck out his will and his thoughts, filling her chest with what made him his own self. "Only think of me, of Risky Boots, of the Queen of the Seven Seas, of her beauty and of your duty to obey her every words~"
There was a land blessed by goddesses, carrying something with...three triangles on top of it? He didn't quite know what this was, where it was located or if it had any significance, yet Link had bigger fish to fry now as Risky Boots, the most amazing woman in the world, was still dancing for him. She shimmied her hips so well and, as soon as she shimmied her shoulders as well, everything was better still. Her chest wiggled along with her shoulders as the swirls expanded due to this, sucking in everything that was unnecessary or unwanted by the Queen of the Seven Seas.
"Forget about ever being a champion~" Risky commanded, feeling more of his mind and personality removed piece by piece, sucked out as a faint little aura, a trail of something unidentified seemed to come out of Link, absorbed by her top in a way that made her ecstatic. "You should only think of yourself as a minion, as someone who is part of my crew first and foremost~"
There were the images of a few companions which he had traveled with, fighting along in the past so that they'd protect...Something? Someone? Two of them seemed to be vanishing...A rock guy and a bird? No, that could not be right. He remembered a fish person, a woman of exceptional quality along with a fierce warrior of exotic looks and alluring efficiency...Mipha and Urbosa? They were two lovely and powerful women, compassionate and friendly people in his life...Or were they? Urbosa made him think of Risky for some reason and the more he thought about Risky...The more he forgot about those two. Who was this Urbosa, precisely? He couldn't really tell. All he remembered was that it seemed like she danced when she fought and the more he thought about dancing, about exotic locales, his mind just wandered and locked itself on Risky Boots instead.
"Forget about any companions, any friends that you might have had~" Risky commanded, her shimmies going from left to right a little as if to really pull him in as if she was reeling a fish in, her hypnotic skills the bait and his poor mind the grand catch she latched onto. "The only one who matters is me~"
And thus he forgot about much of everyone, including...those women? Did they mattered? He couldn't really remember and he was actually thankful. The connection to her top felt like a grand blessing that he couldn't detract himself from, freeing from so much dead-weight, from unimportant matters. She was there, dancing for him and truly what else could be as important as that?
"That's it, stare into the swirls, let them take everything that is not needed. Follow my lead and my voice as I give you everything you'll ever need~" Risky said with no small amount of excitation as she felt the shadow of memories being sucked out, the rush of power getting to her as she saw just how mindless Link was becoming. The swirls in his eyes were beyond fast, he drooled in a slovenly way and he smiled with a big dumb expression on his face now, all presenting the obvious signs of complete entrancement, of no possible resistance left, the absence of original thoughts. "My words guide your spirit and your soul. I am the one who directs you, owns you and that shall forever grant you the only kind of pleasure you'll ever accept...I am Risky Boots, your mistress...Now say my name!"
"Risky...Boots..." Link managed to say, slowly and automatically as his lips moved on their own, following an edict from the one who had seduced and enslaved him. He was no one save for what she said he should be, could do nothing except listen and agree to her words and he had no strength save whatever she felt like giving him. Without her, he was nothing. He had no memory, no thoughts safe for those involving her. "Risky...Boots..."
"I have always been your captain and owner...I am your mistress, the one who you pay respect above all, who you obey without question~" Risky explained, getting closer to him as she really towered over him, close enough that she could smother his face with her breasts, that she could use him as a chair should she wish to. She looked down on him as he looked up and the paradigm that had settled between those two was set in stone: she was the one in power and he was not...And it was as simple as that. "You're my hypnotic slave, my toy...and I can do with you as I see fit...And you'll thank me for the privilege~"
"Risky...Boots..." Link continued to say, looking up at his mistress and he felt that the swirl was her and she was the swirl, the two being synonymous at this point. How worthless he fell without her, how absolutely powerless and weak he was compared to him as her top absorbed more and more of his personality, of his sense of self. Soon, he was truly nothing but a shell, or at least he felt like it as his eyes glazed over, his body stopped moving except for spasms and he continue to chant her name as if it were the holiest of things.
"Risky...Boots...Risky...Boots...Risky...Boots...Risky..."
She stopped the assault right here and then, absolutely convinced that she had done the most damage she could without completely destroying him. She slowed down the swirls considerably and then observed him as his eyes were still fixated on her chest. He was drooling, a big dumb smile on his face and his eyes were empty save for the swirls, entirely hypnotized beyond measure, in the deepest trance she had thrown anyone's way and she felt ecstatic about this little session that she had and how receptive the former champion of Hyrule was. Now, she only had to build him up and to restore him to a state that she would be happy to play around with. "No let's get you back to reality, to your mistress...Follow my voice and look at the swirls, let it guide you toward the one you revere, adore and obey~"
It was faint, yet Link could hear echoes of what she said as the swirls were much easier to follow now. His head felt empty, yet it was a good kind of empty as he no longer felt the connection her top had to his head, as if free from its power, yet decidedly not from its influence as he blinked a little, his eyes regaining some life to them while his mouth still moved on its own.
"Risky...Boots...Risky...Boots...Risky..."
"Remember who you are: my slave and property...and how happy it makes you to be my hypnotized toy, how grateful you are to be in a deep deep trance, enslaved to my will..." Risky said, going for the rewrites she wanted as she went for hip circles, moving her hips to the right, then back, then left and then upfront in a continuous and languorous cycle, as if to wind him back up to his "former" self. "You're getting back to reality, waking from a pleasant dream into a wonderful reality, one where you obey me, follow me around as you never deny how much you lust over me, adore my intelligence and worship my might as your one and only captain~"
How could he forget about her for even a second? She was so memorable, so compelling...His mistress. She was his mistress and he was her slave. She had decided that and every moments of obedience was rewarded...He was reminded of her kiss, of her touch, of her dance and he felt nothing but elation. Nothing else mattered but her, not even him.
"Risky...Boots...Risky...Boots..."
"And now you're finally getting back your strength, your might that I took away from you. Your body can move again and it craves to worship me, to touch me and to work for my glory and mine alone, yet you can only do that on my command and no one else's..." Risky described as she felt life get back in Link's eyes, some former intelligence gathering back in his emptied brain which was as efficient as a Tinkerbat a few moments ago. "Now get on your knees and listen well, as your mistress wishes for you to cease talking and to understand her every commands that you shall obey~"
His mantra stopped, his mind thinking of nothing but obeying and pleasing her as he felt his skin, his members and his muscles once again. He felt refreshed, invested by a new mission, yet one that he had always been the carrier of: to obey his mistress. He thought of no one but her, cared about nothing but her, she was the only constant in his lust, his mind and his priorities. She was the Queen of the Seven Seas. She was his mistress.
She was Risky Boots.
"Let me reveal something to you, my slave...I am a goddess, one of the seas and oceans and I'm granting you the opportunity to worship me, to put your belief, your body, your soul and your heart as tribute to me," Risky described, a triumphant smirk on her face as she placed her hands and arms behind her head and moved her waist forward, presenting her belly to him. "If you wish to become mine, my supplicant and worshiper, then kiss this belly of mine and forfeit everything to me. You'll be welcome aboard this ship as my own personal slave...In all things~"
He shivered, the sheer temptation too much for his puny brain to handle as he had been selected by a goddess, a true living divinity. His lips trembled and yet they made their way toward their goal as the moment they made contact with her smooth, taut and soft flesh was the moment he had truly, wholly and completely lost. He was a slave now and forevermore, pledging himself to Risky Boots, his captain, his queen and his goddess. He kissed anew and then again as if to pledge multiple times over, delirious and ecstatic as she laughed and indulged him, swaying her hips in another small dance to toy with him as his lips worshiped her stomach with pure abandonment. She crossed her arms and looked down, having completely hypnotized and dominated the one true asset that Hyrule had above all others. Now she had the complete advantage and she laughed heartily at the sight of their champion being nothing more than a slave and a minion to her grandeur. She would set sail to all the coasts and pillage as much as she'd like and no one would stop her. Not Zelda, not the guardsman or any of the pathetic races found in this land of new opportunities...
And certainly not their champion, now her champion.
