WITHIN THE GODDESS' WATCHFUL EYES - SHADOW OF THE ARROWS


Not for the first time, Link cursed his circumstances. He was used to his equipment breaking. Hell, he could practically tell when his current weapon was on the cusp of shattering and had developed the instinct to toss it directly in the face of his foe. Thankfully clothes didn't have the same issue, or he'd be in trouble…kind of like now, actually.

He'd been soaking in the hot spring on Meda Mountain for a while, enjoying the sensation of the hot water revitalizing his weary body. It was a 'reward' for himself after a hot, sweaty night with Prima in the old hut beneath the local Tower. Who would've guessed that a pious girl like her would have some…broad, definitions of how to retain her purity? Still, after he'd gone out of his way to hunt down some beasts that had pilfered her dress in their romp on Ebon Mountain, she was eager to show her thanks. It had left him feeling quite sore, so after making sure she was safely on her way and near the gates, he'd used his Slate to warp up to the local tower and glide to his little hidden hot spring.

He'd found this natural pool while he was hunting the 3 Hinoxes of Mount Taran. It afforded a nice break every so often when he was in the Necluda region. And since it was so isolated, it only made sense for him to give his entire body a rejuvenating soak. So he stayed in the warm waters for about two hours before he'd finally gotten out and walked over to where his gear was…

Gone. His clothes, his pack, his weapons, even the damn Slate was taken from him. The only thing that had been left behind was his Paraglider. Why THAT of all his gear had been left was baffling in the midst of his mental tempest of frustration and concern. This storm only built after nearly fifteen minutes of fruitlessly searching for ANY clues before he finally sat at the smaller tree in defeat. As he gazed at the Dueling Peaks in the distance, he began to plan his next move.

He could sneak back to Hateno and pick up his spare tattered gear at his house, along with the Swallow Bow and the Rito Sword. Sure the blade was about to break, but he could get a few hits on some hapless Bokoblin and steal its weapon in kind. More pressing was the loss of his Shiekah Slate. Meaning he was blind in the wide expanses of the lost kingdoms, and unable to confer with the Towers, Shrines, or the Beasts if he'd actually make it to another one. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost missed an arrow lodged into the tree just above his head until after he brushed against it standing up.

He recognized the arrow that had been planted into the trunk. While he wasn't EXACTLY sure who had pilfered his clothes, he had a pretty good idea who it could've been. More importantly- after examining the angle and walking to the cliffside, he had an inkling where the culprit had sauntered off to if the campfire far below was any testament. Well that could explain why his glider was left at least…


Touching down on the rocky cliff off the Squabble River, Link could tell he was in for a night most familiar: rain. Even though the sun had long passed to the western mountains, he could make out the tell-tale clouds of yet ANOTHER storm. He really wasn't sure why Necluda and to a lesser extent Faron was practically a few weeks from being consumed by rising water, but it wasn't really anything he could control either. With any luck it would pass quickly and he could reclaim his arsenal and retain his dignity before the next storm.

The fire that had served as his beacon had burned out. It was a recent setup, meant only to last a few hours at most. Still, he pulled out another telltale arrow buried in the one of the sticks- it's fletching pointed further into the forest. Once a passing; twice a pattern. He only prayed that he didn't find anyone or anything wandering around in the trees. It would be awkward to explain how the rush of wind on his genitals had felt just a bit TOO good based on the hard-on he was sporting. Still, he now had two arrows as a makeshift weapon in his clutches, so silver lining.

This wasn't the first time Link had snuck through forest, especially at dusk. True the lack of…anything, was an unwelcome addition, but hardly one that would serve an issue for now. Hell, he if he could find a tree branch, he'd at least have a weapon to throw at someone's face in distraction. Still there was something serene about the forest… almost too serene.

He heard her the split second before she pinned him to the tree. As the sensation of rough bark dug into the skin of his chest, he felt something far more comfortable and welcome rub onto his back: a woman's nipples. However, more than just the familiar comfort of a woman's erect nubs on his back was the sensation of hot breath on his neck. He didn't even need to glance down at the hands that now roamed his torso to know they had crossed paths before. But it wasn't just any woman he'd had an encounter with, but the first of his newfound life. The fletcher of Kakariko Village and the one who had given him his trusted Phrenic Bow.

"Hello my champion. Did you enjoy following my little trail?" Rola purred as she continued to rub and squeeze his chest, relishing the intimate contact between their bodies. Against his better judgment, Link felt himself ease up at her ministrations. He knew what she was capable of, and more than that he remembered what she confided in him during their night together. Like the fact that she was currently pressing against him without a single shred of clothing.

"Have you come to watch me work? Watch my most intimate joy? Or perhaps you want a taste of the wild side?" she growled into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. By the Trio he'd forgotten how sensual her voice was. He couldn't really give her an answer, especially not when he felt one of her hands grazing along his inner thigh just beneath his hardening member.

"I'll make you a deal. There are three groups of Bokoblins in this valley. If you can kill them the way I want you to…well, I'm sure you'd be more than eager for another set of lessons, hm?" she whispered, marking her statement with a flurry of licks into his sensitive ear canal. More than the pleasure he felt, another sensation was welling within the Hylian: anger.

Damn this minx; her constant toying, trying to make him beg for it, for HER. Well too bad for her, he wasn't one to back down. It didn't matter if it was a horde of Lizafos, a Moblin, or a horny woman attempting to take the reins. If he wasn't on top, he'd be giving his all to fight and get there. It didn't matter that it was she; the goddess made-flesh that had opened his eyes and had dragged him by his dick into the erotic realm. No, this time would be different; He would EARN his place at the top.

His counterattack was swift, pushing back against her and spinning in place. In less than a second, he'd pinned her to the tree and for added measure pressed his ass into her sensitive core. He wanted so badly to turn in place and mount her on the spot, but first he needed to get a good grip on her hands.

"Ah! Not so interested in playing my game? I'm afraid that simply won't do." She hissed. Before Link could turn to retort, he felt her duck beneath him and squeeze his exposed genitals. The sensation of bowling over with only her wrist supporting him was an unpleasantly familiar experience. "You should be careful of what you leave exposed, Link." She chided him, bringing her arm up to teasingly tweak his nipple.

"The group ahead is three Bokoblins. Find them and kill them before they can wake up. Good luck, my Champion." She whispered huskily. With a last taunting flick of her tongue into his ear, she released him to collapse onto the grass. His instincts kicked in and he quickly sprung to his feet, only to find that Rola was gone. A quick scan of the area left no sign of where she could've gone. But he did see something rather interesting across the way.

There, leaning against the tree, was a bow. Specifically a Phrenic Bow. A quick scan of the worn handle confirmed that it was HIS bow In addition, he found a modest quiver with six of Rola's special Cucco-feather arrows. The Hylian snorted at the fletcher's twisted sense of humor. Guess this was part two of that infernal little challenge from their first romp on the kitchen platform. Still, he had little choice but to play along, and after strapping the quiver to his thigh and the bow along his back, he set off…


This was one of my long-standing ideas even before I turned this into the series it is currently. Note that while this is not within the parameters of the rest of the seires (there are no Statues with a view of Bubinga Forest), it is in continuity with the other Goddess' Eye stories.