WITHIN THE GODDESS WATCHFUL EYES - ARROWS OF BURNING HEAT
It was twenty minutes; that was how long Link spent leaning against the railing staring at the unlit torch that simply mocked him with its presence. He was definitely loosing time, but really it was just a relief to not be under her twisted ministrations. His now-flaccid, sore penis meant that he could focus just a bit more. The whole time he tried to ask himself; how did he get mixed up in this? But as much as he wanted to spend the rest of the night sulking, he knew that it would be more worthwhile to at least try. After all, he still had eleven arrows to go, right?
With a few more minutes to steel himself, he turned to face his oddly silent tormentor. Unfortunately, whatever progress he had made to getting his lower head under control was undone as he watched Rola's self-petting. She had clearly been preoccupied while he was lost in his thoughts, if her undone hair and half-open robe was evident enough. The fletcher had sat down next to the shrinking bundle of arrows and was rubbing herself with the feathers of two of her prized stock, swiping across her erect nipples.
Her eyes were closed and half-obscured by the cascading black rivers of her hair. The band that held her bun in place was now clenched in her teeth, stifling her cries as he had been brooding. At this point, Link wasn't sure if he should be irate at her brazen forwardness, concerned for her reckless abandon, or aroused at the show meant for not even his own eyes. Still, he found himself entranced by her disheveled state and took what little victory he could at her surprised face once she opened her eyes and caught him gawking. She released the strip of cloth from her mouth, giving him a faint look at her extended tongue before responding.
"Oh sorry; just caught up in some cleaning." Rola explained with a hint of mirth tinging her husky tones. Despite their established roles, it was becoming clear that she was trying to ease him; to relax him further into this twisted game of hers. And to her credit, she wasn't doing a half-bad job.
Without breaking eye contact, she swiped her nipples one last time before dipping the tip into the lantern. "Here you are; hot and ready to go." She insisted as Link took the arrow. By this point not even her earlier veiled threat could keep the smile off Link's face. Nor could he hide a groan of satisfaction as her hands lingered on his before turning. Oh but she was far from content with just enjoying his discomfort.
The Hylian had turned and was ready for her next dirty trick, there was nothing that was going to ruin his determin-"Hyaaa?!"
"Goodness it's chilly out. I feel goose bumps." Rola purred as she pressed herself further onto Link's back, letting her exposed underboob caress his tunic-clad back. She kept her hands off his dick in favor of holding his shoulders, leaving the desperate member to react only to the breeze. "Are you okay? You must be cold without that undershirt. Let me warm you up." she promised as she started to rub her breasts up and down, being meticulous to never let her nipples touch his back.
Link tried his damnedest to adapt to her newest ministrations; to become familiar with the sensation of her tits rubbing his back and discard it as a distraction to his goal. Where it any other woman, he most likely would've succeeded. But Rola was a crafty minx, and her uncanny skill of reading his timing once again won out as she snaked her hands under his tunic and wrapped her arms around his stomach. This act brought her rock-hard nipples straight onto the bare skin of his neck and once again knocked him out of balance in the final, crucial moment. He watched with bitter disappointment as the arrow just barely made it into the pond, thankful that it had at the very least cleared the swaying grass as he turned to prepare himself for another 'admonishment' from his teacher.
Yet for once her eyes weren't on him, but rather they were forlorn and distant. "This is the spot he proposed to me on, if you can believe that…" she said with an uncharacteristically bitter, hollow tone. "Nearly twenty years ago, I offered him my coat after he had finished his training in the middle of a particularly cold winter evening. He took it, dropped to his knee to ask me for my hand in union, and I couldn't have been happier. What a sad mockery; knowing now that it was only a matter of time for me to waste our years." The fletcher sadly mused.
Link said nothing as she extracted herself from his back, nor did he try to confront her or challenge her as he turned to pick up the next arrow. Whatever negative emotion was building within him just seemed to evaporate at her mournful soliloquy. He returned to his post with a newly lit arrow and waited for her to spring back and latch on, only turning to face her after a good thirty seconds had passed.
"I'm going hands-off for this one; see if you can remember what I've taught you." She simply said as she stayed seated, still in her disheveled state of dress, but the luster in her eyes was only a pale imitation of what it once was. Taken aback, Link merely nodded and turned back, working to ignore the protests of his body now that Rola wasn't there. His thoughts were no longer on trying to escape, nor where they on her vague yet easily-discernable reward that eluded his grasp, but rather on succeeding for her sake, as a student does for a teacher.
Achieving the first state of the bow was easy as he felt his vision zoom in for the fourteenth time that night. The feeling of the breeze on his skin was of no consequence; neither were the erratic branches of the tree just in front of him, nor the green glow of the fireflies. No instead it was just him, his bow, and the torch that mocked him. Keeping his breathing consistent, he felt his fingers pull back tighter to release the string and waited for the surprise attack…
Only to have nothing happen as he released the shot, sending the firey arrow to fly true. And yet even without the burden of her distractions, he still felt his heart sink to despair as the arrow flew by the torch JUST out of reach of the brazier, leaving his arrow to crash against the rocky wall and sink into the pond. Link nearly felt his knees give out beneath him, if not for the sudden comfort of a hand upon his shoulders. A cursory glance confirmed that they were the darkened fingers of the woman who's touch had hindered him, yet now he could hardly do without. Rola's eyes portrayed a certain level of tranquility that held no signs of her earlier lust.
"You need to focus more; you've got the breath control down to a T, and you know how to prepare your shots against outside factors. But you're letting your mind get clouded and weighed down with nonsensical manners. I'll get the next one set up for you this time, while you keep your eyes locked on your target." She lectured in that tone she'd used before she'd begun to push him; the same tone that had led him here and praised his growth every step of the way. And yet despite her words and her dictation, Link couldn't help but feel his mind clouded with a simple, depressingly accurate realization.
He had failed; the one time he was free of her ministrations and he couldn't even make the shot then. It was hard to accept, but he NEEDED her touch; whether it be innocuously along his arms or explicitly milking his dick. He could no longer focus without her comfortable weight on his back. The thought of which brought him back to the miserable state he had just barely avoided a few minutes ago.
A tap on his shoulder broke him out of his short-lived funk as he turned to see what new hell awaited him…and nearly broke down in laughter. There, with the burning arrow clenched between her teeth, was Rola. The dancing light of the fire framed half her face, causing her lovely blue eyes to shine with a light that seemed exclusive for his pleasure alone. Speaking of her eyes, they once again held the same luster that had drew him in, if only the slightest bit dulled from her earlier misgiving. So enraptured was he that Link felt himself leaning in to receive the arrow…
…Only to have her soft yet firm hands poke his chest and recoil him. Confused and a little hurt, the Hylian looked at his older partner as she instead took his hand in hers and guided it to the arrow. For a brief moment Link noticed how small hers were in comparison to his own; so dainty looking, but dangerous as her previous antics would profess. She didn't let go of his hand until his fingers clutched around the arrow just to the right of her teeth, wherein she relinquished her mouth's hold on the weapon. But still she got the last laugh as her tongue grazed his knuckles as they went by, sending goose bumps up Link's spine.
"I know this seems like an impossible feat, but trust me; I know you can do this. And believe me; this will ALL be worth it…" She promised with those damned lidded eyes; eyes that were reserved for the partner one would take to the bedroom, but were directed at him. He, not even twenty feet away from her ex-lover, on the spot where the two had professed a long-dead love. Perhaps that was the thrill of it all, in the dying night with only a handful of souls around…
Link tightened his grip and turned to resume, knowing she was just behind him ready to test his resolve in strange, pleasurable ways. But the thought excited him; moreso than just being an extra challenge, he was getting more and more receptive to her evolving list of tricks. Whatever she had pulled once would no longer stifle him again, meaning that she would need to try a different angle to rile him. But perhaps things were turning in his favor, for he didn't think there were many more ways for her to trump him even as her hand enclosed around his dick whilst her other caressed his chest inside his tunic.
Rola could think of at least a dozen different places she could start attacking to keep up her twisted game; enough to make him fail the few remaining shots he had. But she wanted to keep things focused tonight; simple and basic. She knew there would always be a next night to start introducing him to the more…out-there, practices… But that would be then, for now she needed to focus on her current mission of challenging Link. She knew that this could very well be the one that he got, and wanted to at least go down fighting, even if the angry spark that drove her actions before was barely a wisp now in the face of a new, building flame that shined with earthy green light...
The idea was simple; It was a re-tread, but still likely to get a desired result. As she watched his fingers pull back, her rhythmic pumping suddenly stopped. Wasting just enough time for him to notice her change of course, she gripped his dick harder than she had the entire night and twisted her wrist downward, creating a funnel of friction that made his erection harder than ever. The act was so surprising; Link couldn't help but let out a scream as his finger released the bowstring…
He wasn't exactly sure how she did it, but somehow Rola had managed to push him backwards and lock his lips with hers; one moment her hand was on his collar as she played with his ear, the next he was staring up into her closed lids. As their kiss continued, he watched her slowly, tantalizingly open her eyes, revealing blue pools blazing with lust.
Taking advantage of his confusion, she snaked her tongue into his mouth, capturing his own tongue in hers and introducing her saliva to his. Her hand went to his nipples and started rubbing them until they were hard enough to cut glass, giving them an occasional pinch and twist to really rile him up. Meanwhile, his own free hand snaked around to brush one of her stray locks out of her face before cupping the back of her head, pushing further into him to her delight. They remained locked in such a passionate state until finally she backed away for air, slipping her tongue out from between his lips. Careful to avoid falling over the edge, Link couldn't help but take a step back.
"A perfect shot; you even made it through the branches." She whispered as she licked her lips, savoring the taste, as he was hers. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that he had indeed finally lit the torch, letting it proudly blaze alongside the first he'd done not so long ago. It had taken eleven attempts and multiple dirty tricks on the part of his mentor, but he had finally triumphed. And Rola was all to eager to honor his tenacity. She lifted her hand to take hold of the bow, letting it slip away from his relaxed fingers as her remaining hand instead went to his cheek.
"You've certainly earned your reward. Go sit down by the lantern for now…" she whispered, leaving him with another brief peck on his cheek as she turned to the bundle of supplies at the back of the platform. Link merely nodded and followed her request, settling down on the same bench she had scarcely used since they started a few hours prior. It felt nice to be able to sit down after the last two hours of hell, especially after Rola came over to him with a pitcher of water and a bundle of cloths with her lovely chest still proudly exposed. The Hylian took the pitcher and started downing it all, his parched throat more than pleased to finally be sated. He tried to stretch out his lap for her to join him, but she just smiled and shook her head.
"Just a few more moments; I'd like to make sure you're comfortable, okay?" she insisted as she left him with one of the smaller cloths "Here; use that to wipe off your sweat. "You just rest and relax; I'll get you when were ready." She promised as she walked to the other side of the platform and began to setup one of the benches.
The table was already a good enough distance away, so it was a simple manner to bring one of the seats over to the far corner of the platform that faced Trissa's shop. After draping the sheet over the railing between the kitchen platform and the High Spirits Produce, Rola placed a mat on the bench, being sure to exaggerate her bending down to give Link a little more of a show to enjoy. With her preparations complete, she walked back over to the Hylian and took the sweat-soaked rag out of his hands as well as the now-empty pitcher of water.
"Allow me to help you; your legs must be exhausted from standing all this time. Not to mention my little games probably didn't help matters." She admitted with just a tinge of regret in her voice. Link wasn't one to argue or press, and merely took her offered hand as she guided him to the cushioned seat she had finished setting up. Along the way, she finished grappling with her tumultuous thoughts, eager to put them to rest before going forward.
Originally she had planed to mount him right on that spot, with her back to him and the two fucking whilst overlooking the village. It was to be her last stab at the oblivious man that had scorned her by rutting just out of sight of his stoic vigil. But now she was no longer interested in acting for her own selfish ends, especially against one that wasn't even aware of her antics. No, instead she would do as she promised and reward her student. And the first step was to move away from the edge of the platform onto a more comfortably set-up bench, far enough back that they would barely be registered, even from the candlelight.
As she helped him get settled, she took a few steps back to give him the perfect viewing angle for her disrobing. "No more teasing; no more tricks. You've earned this fairly, and I intend to deliver." The fletcher promised as she undid the knot of her robe and let it drop from her shoulders, catching it only long enough to toss it over to the table. With that last article of clothing out of the way, she had completed her transformation from merely a perverse mature shopkeeper to a lustful beacon of primal desire.
There she was; a dark mistress of the hunt, bare of all but the pendant around her neck and the blue bracers on her arms. Link was now free to soak her all in; from the slight definition that came from her training, to the tiny imperfections that marred her. It didn't matter to him what caused such scars, only that it added to her allure and mystique. Just the sight of her naked flesh was enough to make his already rock-solid penis twitch with anticipation, as if the sight of her lust-soaked eyes and long untamed hair weren't already contributing to that.
Rola walked to him with a strut that oozed confidence and lust, straddling his lap in such a way that his engorged dick was pressed along the entrance of her own needy desire. Despite the tension that threatened to engulf them both, she removed the sash of his tunic and lifted it to the bottom of his chin. He assisted her by removing his arms from the sleeves, leaving the garment hanging around his neck yet exposing his torso for her own viewing pleasure. And it was a pleasure indeed as she ran her hands along the defined contours of his abs all the way up to his pecs, holding on them as she drew in for another kiss.
This time, Link had the presence to strike first, overcoming her tongue and attacking her mouth as she had done to him earlier. Rola didn't put up much in the form of resistance, content to let him take the reins now that she had coaxed him to the point of action. But she knew that as good as their tongue-games were, the best had yet to begin. So as they broke away for air, she leaned her head in to his ear and gave him the sweetest words he had yet to hear.
"I've got just one more request for you, my champion; I want you fuck me. I NEED you to fuck me till my womb is filled with your seed." She ordered, not even trying to hide the desperation that drenched her words. For Link it was a no-brainer. After all, who was he to deny someone in need, especially one that had already helped him in so many ways?
Rola took his hands into hers as she guided him to her hips, leaving his fingers to gather her taught flesh as she returned her own hands to his chest. With an unspoken signal, they worked together to lift her above him, positioning her vagina at the crown of his penis. Rola gave a subtle nod, giving Link permission to push her down and force his way into her canal as she bit her tongue from the experience.
Hylia above, he was EVERYTHING she'd hoped for; big enough to stretch her neglected walls and hard enough to force them aside. She had long since lost her maidenhood and the pains that came with such an act were nothing more than a distant memory, leaving only bliss for her to experience as her canal grew wetter. A glance at her lover confirmed that he was sharing in her pleasure, and it would be made all the sweeter soon enough.
Rola took the initiate, lifting herself along his towering sword until only the bulbous head remained within her before forcing it back down. She was being patient despite the animalistic urges that threatened to consume her; it was all in service of Link learning how to take charge and forge ahead. She repeated the action with the same agonizing pace a few times before at last her partner took the hint; gripping her hips and forcing his own rhythm to succeed hers. His actions had consequences as the faster pace meant that each thrust was met with a slapping sound just under the splashes of the carp. But they were both far too gone to acknowledge such a thing; focused only one drawing pleasure from each other.
The fletcher was in heaven; it had been far, FAR too long since she had been indulged in such a manner. Her fingers were a known trick and could not aid her anymore than the polished metal rod she used to make arrowheads. But this man; even lacking the memories of his past life, he could take control of her and drive her in ways that could only be described as 'professional'. Instinctively she started to match his thrusts, pushing herself down as he drew himself up as their speed picked up. It was only when she let out a particularly loud and throaty moan that she was brought back to the reality of what they were doing and where. Despite how much she wanted to scream, she knew that they were already skirting with danger right now….
"Li-l-Link, your sash…" she practically begged as she pulled him in for another searing kiss. There was no tongue-play involved as their sweat-cloaked bodies drew deeper together, but she still saw the perplexed young man honor her request and pick up his discarded piece of clothing. His confusion was abated as she pulled back from their kiss but left her mouth open, glancing down desperately at the cloth in his hands until he got the hint. Still hesitant, he nonetheless lifted the sash to her contorted face before she bit down on the offered article, releasing a shrill yet mercifully muffled scream.
As if the sight of her dimly fire-lit body wasn't enough to drive him wild, the visage of her gagged with his own sash drove him to heights he couldn't believe were possible. With her taking control of the thrusting, Link instead raised his hands to clutch her swaying breasts, kneading the chocolate pillows and eliciting more silenced screams from Rola. She couldn't help but support herself on his broad shoulders as her once-methodic gyrations descended into a rhythmless rut of mindless abandon.
It was almost a ludicrous picture; the two of them fucking in broad sight of the village, with her completely bare and him in such a disheveled state. To pile on the absurdity, it was only a few feet away from the home of the village chief, and within view of her ex-husband! All it would take is Cado turning his head to the right to see his estranged ex-wife's shapely ass bouncing and gyrating on the hips of the man they waited decades to see. The very same one that had just the other day helped Cado to collect all his lost cuccos. But those thoughts only briefly passed through Link's mind, as Rola had already cleansed herself of those musings in favor of focusing on the pleasure she was now involved in.
At their heightened state of arousal, it was no surprise that climax came so quickly. With her mouth occupied, Rola couldn't verbalize her imminent release as her walls clamped down upon Link's dick. Instead she could only clutch his back with nails sharp enough to draw blood, causing the Hylian to hiss in pain. He managed to remove his hands before they were caught between his and her chests, electing instead to wrap around her hips and lock her back in place. Even with the loss of momentum, the friction of her vagina was enough to give Link his own explosive ending.
Over one hundred years and two frustratingly arousing hours came to a head as his semen shot out of his cock like a cannon. Blast after blast painted the fletcher's insides white, drenching her womb with his seed. So great was the force that churned her core that Rola's eyes drew back into her head, as her makeshift gag was practically drenched in saliva. It was unlike any climax she'd ever had before, and by Hylia and the Trio she NEEDED more.
For Link, it was an experience he had not had in his brief time since awakening on the Plateau. The compression of her passage, drawing out every possible drop of cum whilst keeping it all tightly packed inside, or the warm, sweaty embrace of her skin on his. It was more than he could bear as he lost the feeling in his arms and legs. And yet…there was something familiar about this. Though the sensations were overwhelming, they also resonated with him in ways that he could only futilely try to connect.
As the cascade became a trickle, the two came down from their sexual highs. Slowly color returned to the world, followed by detail, the sounds of the pond and the trees, and finally the smell. It was a saving grace that they had engaged in such debauchery in an open area; it allowed the testament of their lust to dissipate into the night. Link tiredly raised his vision from Rola's sweat-covered breasts to her equally drenched face. At some point her mouth had relaxed enough to drop the sash, leaving her to lull back her head and ingest deep gulps of air. As she leaned in to his arms, they both felt and heard his penis slip out of her hole.
"Th-that was incredible, Link." She finally chocked out as her eyes opened to reveal those deep blue pools, now clear of their lusty haze. She extracted her hands from the bleeding divots in his shoulders and brought them back to his chest, tracing lazy circles through the layers of muscle. On a whim she dipped two of her fingers down to the leaking mixture of their union, gathering a little on her digits and bringing it to her lips to sample. As the salty-yet-sweet necter slid down her tongue, she couldn't help but purr with delight. "Mmm, we taste rather good together. Care for a sample?"
Link still couldn't bring himself to taste his own spunk, and denied her with an exhausted 'no'. "That's a shame; I couldn't possibly finish this all on my own." Rola whined. "Oh well, perhaps next time, my champion." Her husky tones started to come back along with the sinfully playful attitude that had been the bane of his night. Despite his misgivings, Link drew his face down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. As their tongues danced, Rola felt his erection grow stiffer between her ass cheeks, prompting her to grind further into his lap.
"It seems you're not quite done; how about we proceed to your next lesson, shall we?" She cooed as they broke contact, leaving a tail of saliva that connected their lips. Link was about to respond when a drop of water suddenly hit his forehead. The two craned their heads up to see that the stars had been blotted out with heavy clouds; clouds that were now opening up for another downpour.
"Damn, that storm hit sooner than I thought. Ah well; the awning should still be dry." Rola mused as she gingerly slid off his lap, much to chagrin of his revived dick. He watched her lazily place her white robe back on, only loosely tying it and adjusting so that her pert breasts were still exposed. "You gather our supplies and put them under the shop's roof; we'll want to make sure the platform is spotless, understand?" she prompted him as she bent down to grab her folded top and skirt, giving Link the wonderful sight of her dark cheeks.
As the young man scrambled to grab her arrows bow, and the burnt-out lantern, Rola finished gathering her now-wet clothes. She'd have to wash them later on when she finished getting water from the pond, along with the sheets and the mat they were using. But that was then and this would be now; the now that had her still feeling ravenous and horny. She didn't bother to glance over to the target of her initial scorn; he wasn't worth even a modicum of her attention now. No, she would devote herself and her passion entirely to the Hylian that had just finished placing their shoes under the deck of Trissa's shop along with the rest of their effects. She did her part by taking the sheet that had just been draped across the railing and laid it flat on the grass just under the shop's roof, moving the mat as well.
With their articles and tools properly concealed and a spot secured out of the rain, Link eagerly followed her over the railing to the space between the kitchen and High Spirits. Rola gestured for him to lean against the elevated floor of the shop, which he obeyed with no resistance. After making sure the mat was propped between his head and the base of the floor, his teacher settled between his legs, giving him another brief-yet-passionate kiss. Before he could try to lead her further, she broke their lip lock and proceeded to drag her tongue all the way down to his renewed member.
"We've got about two hours left; let's make it worthwhile, hm?" Rola asked as she gave his used-yet-eager dick a loving slather from base to tip before engulfing him in her mouth. "Mwha… I'm going to give you everything you'll need. In return, YOU give me every drop you've been holding all this time, okay?" she begged as she held his engorged, saliva-coated penis to the side of her face. Link couldn't nod fast enough at such an erotic sight.
"Good. We'll finish up and you get ready to leave by tomorrow night. And Link?" Rola trailed off as she built up suspense by giving his cockhead a few wet mouthy kisses. "Anytime you come back, I'll have a stockpile of arrows and a new bow waiting for you…if you're willing to pay for them, of course."
As two continued their lessons in pleasure, the wet sounds of her mouth and eventual pussy were drowned out by the increasing tempo of the rain. They continued on for the better part of the time left for them, joining together two more times before exhaustion overcame them and they parted. Rola stalked her way back to her shop-turned home after stashing the used sheets and mat behind the produce shop. She'd return for them at a later time when she was certain that she could safely secure the testaments of their lustful actions. Especially those sheets that held the bulk of their sloppy union…
Meanwhile, Link used his recovered Slate to teleport to a nearby shrine of Dow Na'eh and used the water of Lanayru Promenade to cleanse himself. His mind tried to think of excuses he could use to rationalize his sure-to-be skewed schedule, but ultimately he didn't have the desire to focus on such a minute detail. Instead he let the waterfall pour over his body as his thoughts returned to the dark-skinned beauty that had taken his reborn virginity… and how it brought up shattered whispers of his own past.
Once she was home and locked up, the now-satisfied fletcher elected to rest, still streaked with his drying cum and their mutual sweat. She'd just have another thing to wash later was her final thoughts as she collapsed onto the sheets of her bed, letting the stains of her carnal actions spread. With some effort, she brought her fingers back down to her lips and tried to gather whatever remained of his juice-soaked batter for a final taste. But her exhaustion claimed her before she could, leaving her in a thoroughly satisfied state as she slept.
In the stirring village, two flames were sated. All within the eyes of the watchful Goddess…
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