She couldn't blame the boy; not when he was dealing with a Chuchu of all things in HER precious flowers. Especially not when he'd had the courtesy to apologize for his earliest transgression (at least she think's he did; the lad was a bit on the quiet side). The sight of the Shrine suddenly turning blue was a lovely spectacle, and not even an hour passed before even the top (which had been dark before turning the same orange tone it had previously been) had also started to glow; what a spectacular beacon to surround and compliment her hard work!
But even beyond her own playful musings, the flower enthusiast was alarmed at the monster's assault. She wasn't exactly equipped to fend off even these nuisances with anything more than an old pitchfork. Meaning that she'd have to defer to the clearly-trained warrior… If only he'd at least have TRIED to avoid falling into her fields!
She saw it so vividly; how the beast lunged at the warrior in a startling moment of weakness, and struck a devastating blow. Sadly, rationality had gone out the window as she saw the boy blown backward. As she watched in muted terror, her thoughts weren't on the boy skidding to a halt, but on the torn up, desecrated ground his boots were digging out.
They were her flowers…her precious babies…
And this brat was KILLING them!
Something snapped.
He could only blame himself when the little monster managed to successfully jump him. Chalk it up to his continual lethargy due to not properly sleeping for several days now. He wasn't really sure why it popped up now that he had finished the Trial, Only that the bug-eyed nuisance was getting on his last nerve.
Still, the most he had to endure from that attack was a small bruise on his legs and being pushed a few feet back; no consequence at all. At least that's what he thought as he stabbed the gelatinous bugger. It wasn't even worth the jelly really.
Making his way back trough the colorful maze, he came to the sight of the trembling woman who'd already reprimanded him for accidentally stepping on her flowers. Truthfully, the blond had no eye for quality when it came to floral arrangements, but he could at least appreciate the results of hard work. Speaking of, the woman, she seemed…in pain. Did this monster manage to attack her as well?
"So many times…"
The blond blinked as he barely heard her voice. He stood in front of her and examined for any bruises or injuries. "I've lost count of how many times I've told you… It's just so many now…"
How do you not understand? Why don't you GET it?" she sniffed as her trembling hands balled into fists. It took him a moment, but he realized that she was referring to her flowers. Link recalled her yelling at him about those (including the disparate patch she'd planted at the foot of the Shrine of all places), and he'd at least had the decency to apologize…the first time at least.
"ARGGG! NOOOOOOO!"
"I Worked day…after day…after day…to plant those flowers…" Magda screamed as she frantically circled the patch. Link watched with rapt attention as she managed to avoid touching a single bud even as her boots stepped off the path. "Then you come and hurt them…over…and ove-r?!" her rant was cut short as she tripped just in front of the stunned amnesiac and planted her face into the dirt.
Despite EVERY instinct in his body telling him to run away, Link approached the downed woman. His attempts to plead forgiveness seemed to fall on deaf ears, and she barely even responded as he leaned down to help her. Instead, Magda shakily rose to her feet; not facing his way.
"I will make you understand…" her tone froze his blood as her fingers clamped down onto his wrist. The demonic face that turned to greet him would haunt the knight until the end of his days.
"The flowers' rage!"
His soldier's gear; the sword, bow, and armor proper, must've been about forty pounds total. Factor in the Hylian's own weight (shy of 200 pounds) and it should've been ludicrous to imagine that anything smaller than a Moblin would be able to pick him up and send him flying… and yet he was already airborne before the absurdity of the situation could elicit protest.
Link's wind left his lungs as he slammed into the sturdy oak before his vision blurred.
Something snapped.
Magda was frustrated.
Weeks of hard work; of meticulously crafting her arrangement around the natural designs of the ancient structure, being tarnished by some upstart, snot-nosed little shit. What few rupees she'd had left after her home…no; it didn't matter anymore. The point was the woman felt vindicated in her retaliation…
But more than any of that…she wanted, NEEDED, another's touch. It had been far too long since she'd been with anyone, much less sexually. Her issues didn't exactly allow for a healthy social life, especially not after she'd set up on this little island for her passion project. But enter this rude blond child… well, not so much a child as a 'young man': good enough for her.
With strength that belayed her petite form, Magda tore off his belt and ripped open his pants. Her hands reached in and pulled down his underwear, exposing his genitals to the brisk air. While he was still conscious, the amnesiac wasn't really coherent enough to protest her actions… although if it weren't for his current issues, the motions wouldn't exactly disgust him.
Despite her…attitude, Link couldn't deny there was a certain charm to the woman. Perhaps it was his newfound aversion to contact with the fairer sex after Vena's twisted tricks, but the fact was the blond was easily aroused. So even if her grip was too tight for any but the most depraved to find pleasure in, the fact was his erection was pulled into fruition under her assault.
Even with her issues and current state, she was still a woman; one that could admire the masculine display in her grasp. An appreciative purr escaped her snarling lips as she ran her surprisingly supple fingers against his dick. Without looking up to her prone victim, she started to pump her knuckle along his shaft. As she re-familiarized herself with the action, her shaky hand straightened out and picked up speed.
The pain in his arm was temporarily overtaken by the sensation of another's hands on his cock. Ever since that horrible night, he'd stopped relieving himself in addition to his already obsessive isolation. Sure he'd managed to save that couple from their Bokoblin tormentors, but otherwise he'd kept out of sight for the past two days.
With how…active, his libido was, even a day without release had already left him backed up like crazy…and with him being in the clutches of a literal mad woman, that was probably the WORST scenario he could have right now. But even as her insane blue eyes haunted his semi-lucid mind, the feeling of her hands jerking him off couldn't help but make him feel good…
His muffled moan jarred her out of her stupor and caused her to reach up and practically crush his glans. His groans turned into a yelp of pain before her sudden attack on his lips silenced him. There was no passion in her kiss; no warmth or intent besides ramming herself against him. Just as soon as she'd started, the woman pulled away and quickly presented him with the sight of her other lips.
"Let's see if you can respect this flower." She testily ordered; her tone carrying a hint of danger and lust. Link willed himself to focus long enough to register her latest orders. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a Hylian's pussy before his face. It looked so… strange, compared to the slick folds of a fair Zora. The tuft of orchid-green pubic hair, the small nub of her clitoris… how strange that his own species' privates could be so startling.
Still, even with the coursing pain in his arm and the bump on his head, Link wasn't going to turn down a maiden's request. Lifting his neck, he started to apply a healthy layer of saliva along her sealed petals, hoping to coax out some of her honey before he delved in.
Satisfied that he needed no further prodding, Magda leaned backwards until her head was right next to his throbbing member. Her earlier interruption had left the poor thing shriveled in frustration, and it practically leaned into her waiting mouth. Above her, the blond got his first taste of her leaking juices and finally speared his way into her waiting folds with his tongue. His ministrations caused her to coo in delight before giving an appreciative lick to his pulsating cock.
Instinctually, she reached up and gripped her clothed breasts. As the blond reached further and further into her flower, the orchid-tressed matron squeezed her tits to rile herself up further. Feeling his teeth graze her sensitive clit elicited a hiss from her lips before she used her armpit to grapple his penis. The sensation of her dress's silk on his most sensitive region was simply too much for Link.
The woman squeaked in surprise as a rope of cum quickly stained her clothed shoulder. As more and more was shot out her shock morphed into a delighted grin. The smell, the texture…it was perfect!
"Good boy; you've convinced me." Magda said as she shimmied her hips down. The sensation of her covered buttocks rubbing his flaccid cock stirred it from dormancy and poked against her. The woman giggled at the sensation; a certain twisted chuckle that mixed coy, lustful, and madness.
"Now lets see if we can coax out any more of this lovely nectar." She cooed as she stood up and hiked up her dress. The sight of her pale legs would've left him in awe… if he were lucid enough to appreciate the sight.
The orchid-headed woman moaned as she settled onto his lap and accepted his half-masted erection into her warm flower patch. The sensation of a man's girth in her long-deprived folds practically made her gush on the spot. And as time went on and her hot core made his dick firm, she began to bounce herself on his fleshy sword.
Link struggled to lift his good arm up to hold her hip, only to falter without his other hand balancing things out. He was entirely at the mercy of his psychotic assaulter… but Goddesses' be damned did she feel TIGHT. And as the older woman impaled herself on his cock, the friction caused him to almost forget the agonizing twitches from his hobbled arm.
The speed of her bounces caused his hips to heat up as her sexual juices stained his thighs. In an attempt to secure a better grounding, the floral enthusiast reached over Link's head to grip the sturdy oak tree they were writhing beneath. Her fingers dug into the bark, creating holds that allowed her to slam her hips down onto her prone victim.
With only the two of them on the Islet, it left Magda free to scream and howl as loud as she pleased. Link's own grunts were far more subdued and sounded almost like whimpers in comparison. The wet slapping of their fucking; combined with the carnal howls, echoed across the water and spooked the animals grazing there.
"Do you like this, you wicked child?" she hissed as she gazed down at the boy that had sullied her hard work. Though her words were laden with spite, there was a certain undertone of inqury and…pleading?
The amnesiac ignored her, as well as the dull ache from the back of his head where he'd hit the tree. Thankfully his Soldier's helm had taken the majority of the blow, while his arm had been far less fortunate. Still, he was able to lift his other arm and reached up to her heaving, covered breasts.
The orchid-tressed matron threw her head back as she felt his palms on her bosom. She'd take that as his affirmation, if only for the peace of her desperately horny mind. Her own fingers let go of the tree before reaching further back to the boy's thighs and gripping them, scratching her nails against the steel plates.
"I worked –Mmmm- I worked day and night to g-Oh, goddess above-grow those flowers. And then Y-fuuuck, that's it!...YOU come along and RAVAGE my ha-aaaahhhh-ard work." She stuttured as his dick hit a particularly sweet spot in her sopping quim. In response her nails scratched against his armored thighs, once again adding the unpleasant grinding to their lustful symphony.
If he were lucid, Link could've picked up on how better to please her; how to adjust his own pace and where best to add a little extra oomph into her needy cunt. But such lovemaking techniques were sadly beyond him right now. Instead he would simply react; to the intoxicating aroma of their locale, the cool winds that were steadily bringing dreaded grey clouds upon them, and the ever increasing pitch of her voice as she grew closer and closer to the breaking point.
With a shrill howl Magda's voice finally cracked as her orgasm caused her body to practically shut down. The dazed, fucked stupor on her face was almost…pleasing, compared to her usual scowl. Link watched her convulse and spasm as her nectar doused his loins and seeped into the soft ground.
Though he did his best, the way her petals had clamped down on his throbbing cock in her climax; coupled with his faltering control due to the ever-mounting pain, was too much to bear. It caused the blond to give a single, labored thrust up as he unleashed his own fluids deep into her waiting garden. The one cry that could reach over hers…in fact, the ravenous, horny woman had gone eerily silent.
She seemed almost stunned as Link's seed poured into her womb; as if she hadn't realized what would happen when she placed his spade into her pot. The blond barely acknowledged this peculiar turn of events as the persistent pain in his arm hobbled him further. The sudden pains around his neck brought him back just in time to see her enraged eyes and gritted teeth.
"NO! NOT HERE!" Magda screamed as she bunched her fists into his collar and lifted his addled body. While shaking him would've been enough, it was when she proceeded to slam him back into the ground that his already blurred vision started to darken. Repeating that assault just sped things up at an alarming rate.
He didn't have any more fairies (not that he was keen to carry many of the magical helpers anymore), and was already winded from his lack of sleep and strenuous activity…. things looked bad. Wait; when was the last time he'd evoked Mipha's Grace? It must've been about a day ago right? He'd just come back after she finished him off…
…Right?
Ignorant to her now-comatose victim, the mad woman kept slamming his head against the ground as her puffy eyes filled with tears once more. Above her, the clouds finally opened up and brought down the rain. She struggled to lift his collar again, only to falter and ultimately collapse into his barely moving chest. As the last of her strength left her, Magda's remaining words were whispered to the uncaring grey sky.
"N-not in the rotten bed…"
The rain came down; caressing the two still bodies. From her hiding place on the far (FAR) bank, Vena at last, albeit timidly, left her shelter. Even with the clear sight of the madwoman's slumber, the fairy still was incredibly cautious in flying over to the island.
That…that was a bit too much for her tastes. While the passion behind the florist's actions was relishing, it was the sheer hatred that drove her that made the sprite tremble. And with how vicious she ended up being… well, there was little doubt that her champion's arm was broken.
Vena tried to ignore the more gruesome scenes of their brutal copulation and focused instead on drawing out the energy bore from their carnal deeds. It was a pittance, but sufficient for her current needs. If nothing else she could at least charm one more person to slow him down…. Not this woman however; there was simply no way to safely control her.
Satisfied that she'd drawn as much as she could, the twisted fairy zipped beneath the waves and pulled out the submerged Slate. With some strained effort, she brought the muddied-but-functional device to the boy's functional hand. With any luck he'd have the sense to jump away first chance he'd get. Sure him being trapped on this island would be better for her plans… but there's simply no way she was going to leave him with this twitching, unstable psycho.
Even without delving into the shivering woman's mind, the lusty fae could discern what madness plagued Magda's dreams. She'd seen it many times; back in the days before her imprisonment. It was sad, but hardly a matter that her kind would be inclined to address. After all; only the fate of being caught and released would stir one of the fair folk to use her magic.
…
…
…No; what was she possibly thinking?! For THIS woman of all people?! Outrageous!
Fairies didn't interfere; that was the code. Only in exchange for freedom from bonds would they see fit to use their magic for a mortal. Otherwise there was no use in putting themselves at the risk of fading away for every poor wretched soul that stumbled by.
Had she gone mad in the last few millennia? How many times had a better person been left to wallow in a gutter, or left to bleed out in an alley? For a fairy to risk their magic; to make themselves vulnerable and with precious few moments to reach a fountain before they'd be extinguished, it was a heavy price to pay. And for what; a mortal that would pass in the blink of an eye?
Not to mention the fact that she had a MISSION; she had to delay the boy from reaching the last fountain before the next Blood Moon. There was little doubt that even such a debilitating setback would be little more than an annoyance to the boy; one fairy or even one Shrine and he'd be back to full strength.
If all four Great Fairies were restored to their full power… well she could pretty much kiss goodbye any plans of bringing her Champion back into the fold. And without him, she'd have to spend who knows how long trying to find another suitable candidate; too much time with the Calamity being so close to breaking free.
There were simply too many risks and too little reason for her to do anything. Even ignoring the fact that this small reserve would do nothing but be picked up by every fairy in the kingdom, she just didn't have the time! Could her future kingdom really stand to suffer such a potential delay of centuries all for the sake of a mad woman's poorly dealt hand? What kind of queen could she possibly claim to be?
….
Quickly, Vena expelled her lust-gotten energy; creating a brief flare before zipping away. While she wasn't sure IF the poor spinster could be healed; at the very least she would be brought to the attention of the fairies that could try.
The tinkling bells of her departure caused the knight to stir..
Hylia watched as the boy frantically used his ancient gift to flee; disappearing from her sight in a flash of blue light and leaving the mad woman to her tormented sleep…
