Rustle Rustle

Malon perked up and turned towards the window as she peered out into the darkness. Her eyes narrowed as she watched across to the stable. She blinked at the shadow before realization struck her. A grin and blush broke over her face before she nervously squirmed.

"Malon, where's dinner?!"

The farmgirl grimaced at the ranch owner's harsh voice. Before she finished the rest of the freshly prepared dinner. She reached under her apron and procured a small glass vial filled with powder and sprinkled a healthy pinch of it into the nearby wine. "A-Almost done, Mr. Ingo," she called back with her lips curled up.

"Mmm~"

Malon leaned back into the scaly embrace as a lantern cast such lascivious shadows over the quiet stable. Her back rubbed against the worn wooden walls. A soft crunch from her boots on the straw barely reached her pointed ears. Her leg casually brushed up past her dress and caressed the rugged thigh of the literal beast that kissed her.

A single glint from a sword planted into the ground flickered behind them. The horses remain oddly placid even as they bore witness to the farmgirl's romp. Her partner made them trot nervously but they made no further moves against the reptilian monster that molested the maiden.

The Lizalfos leaned forward as he groped her chest. Already her hard nipple poked against his palm through the soft blouse. She mewled in bliss and let his tongue slip by hers into her moist, wet mouth. Her small hand caressed his thick neck and the myriad of scars that had been left behind.

He had no name, at least not one that she could speak. What he did have was her trust, hard-won after years of clandestine favor and kindness to the once-scared girl. His charge over the newly subservient ranch and the opportunistic ranch hand who now claimed dominion afforded him much time with her, and she with him. Time to share between boundaries of words, time to connect in ways that few Hylians could ever hope from the seemingly merciless monsters.

And of course, time for fragile seeds to blossom into something more.

"Pah...Y-You came back," she panted as she writhed against his larger body. The monster grunted and nodded - a simple means of affirmation to confirm his own intelligence. His eyes peered to her, so utterly inhuman. And yet she could see something in those slits that made her yearn for more.

He leaned forward and licked her collarbone. His razor-sharp teeth veered dangerously close to her exposed neck, and yet neither one showed any fear or malice at the act. It was merely a part of him as he tenderly lapped his spit over her.

Malon cooed as she reached around and gripped his armored back. His hands reached around and groped her butt through her dress while she leaned back against the wall for support. Her leg brushed up until she lazily hooked her boot-clad calf just beneath his tail. Such an intimate embrace between them let her nipples brush against his cuirass through her blouse just as his inhuman bulge rubbed between his leathery loincloth and her soft dress.

They took things slow and tepid, with no fear of being caught or reprimanded. Once more he'd elected to take this droll patrol alone, and she had ensured that Ingo would not disturb them. Not enough to cause him harm and arouse suspicion or ire from the King of Evil - merely enough to give the man a long slumber tonight. With such alibis and excuses, it was only natural to feel safe as they carried out their clandestine affair.

Slowly, Malon's arms went from his neck down to his waist. She fumbled with the sworn buckles and straps of his armor even as he continued to assault her neck. The monster shifted course from her collar and instead reared up to take her mouth again. His larger, scaly fingers reached for her own clothes with a shocking degree of restraint. As they kissed, their hands made slow but steady work of disarming the other.

Off came the armor plates and the leather belt. Discarded were a pair of bracers and a rustic neckerchief. They broke away only long enough to let her pull her blouse over her head before they went back to kissing. Her bra rubbed over his breastplate as their hands slowly came to her waistline and the dress still wrapped around her hips. Together, they loosened the garment and let it fall down her legs.

Malon finally was released as the Lizalfos appraised her lithe body. Farmwork had left her with a healthy tan and a modest build that meshed so perfectly with her feminine beauty. A toned stomach and a massive pair of breasts, wide hips that curved down to taut thighs. A simple pair of cream-colored, side-tie underwear that lightly pinched her skin and a pair of worn work boots were all she had left.

The farmgirl smiled as his interest was clear against his leather-clad crotch. She licked her lips in anticipation and patted a nearby hay bale. Her inhuman lover got the hint and sat down, legs spread and tail draped behind him as he awaited her presence. She didn't sink to her knees as he expected though. Instead, she sashayed right up to him and laid herself out atop his thigh.

The monster got the hint as her hand smoothly wrapped around his waist. She paid no heed to the spines that peeked out between his armor so very close to her arm and instead she leaned down and gently groped his bulge. The beast shuddered under her touch before he reached under her arm and grasped her breast. "Ooooh~" she cooed and sped up her own ministrations.

Malon's full rear squirmed atop the monster's thigh as her fingers glided against the leather-clad crotch. Her other hand gently dug under the metal breastplate and squeezed the scaly hide within. She felt him shift and lay his own palm atop hers at his side. Such a simple act made her occupied hand work faster up and down his bulge while the heat in her loins made her squirm. Truly, whatever her heart felt for the Lizalfos, her lustful urges yearned for even more.

Once upon a time, she'd hoped to save herself for her knight in shining armor, or perhaps even an admittedly cute boy with a fairy. Such fantasies were beyond her now as she gladly offered her body and devotion to the kindly beast. Hence why she easily and gladly laid her hand against the cock that had now so thoroughly taken all three of her holes and showered her in monster seed. "Oh goddesses...it's just like I remember," she cooed out.

The farmgirl's hand reached under the loincloth and firmly grasped the thick shaft. Her breath hitched as she struggled to stroke in the confined space. He had no such issues as his own palm easily groped and squeezed her bra-clad breast. The redhead was emboldened by his effortless erotic attack and doubled her own efforts.

The head of his cock squirmed out from the hem of his leather crotch cover. She felt him shudder against her smaller body as she kept up her ministrations. On a pure whim she leaned down as best she could to lick his scaly finger while he kept his palm around her tit. A hiss escaped his maw and made her smirk in triumph.

On and on they went as the moon shone unseen outside. The soft flickers of her lantern cast over them as their bodies molded together. Muted rustles and groans passed unheard to all save the smattering of restless horses that had finished their oats and now attempted to slumber.

Malon's efforts caused the monster's cock to grow until her hand was pinned inside his underwear. She struggled to pull free and then shifted to his pointed tip upon doing so. Each stroke and caress made her inhuman, beastly lover hiss in pure bliss from her efforts. Each hiss made her own desires stoke higher and hotter and spurred her on even more. A most delightful cycle of carnal capture that spun round and round until eventually...

Riip!

The farmgirl blinked and gasped as her lover's hard cock flew out of his now-ruined loincloth. Her gaze traced up and down the very same cock that she'd serviced in the past with fresh, frisky eyes. The same leathery shaft, the same veins that pulsed beneath her touch. The exact same pointed tip that could easily split her holes open. All of it was there...and larger than ever.

"I...It's even bigger," she mumbled in awe. Slowly, her fist traced down from the tip to the base as she weighed the monster's girth. The Lizalfos growled as if to respond to her muses as he doubled his own efforts on her breasts. Malon shuddered and leaned towards him until her other boob brushed over his cold chest piece. The slight chill made her already-hard nipple twitch in her bra. Drool leaked out of her gaped lips as lascivious memories and whims filled her head.

She wanted it - wanted him. It didn't matter that he was a monster that could've easily killed her then or even now. It didn't matter what hole she took him in - only that they were whole again. She wanted something special, something to remember this moment even if he had to disappear, this time never to be seen again.

And she knew what she wanted.

Malon reached up and whispered against his head. Her words lost their coherent meaning, but the intent in her sultry coos resonated with the lizalfos. His own tongue curled out of his fanged mouth as he let her hand pump his shaft. Once she was sure he got the hint, the farmgirl slid off his thigh and onto the ground in front of him.

Not for the first time did she gaze up in reverence at the monstrous shaft that towered over her head. Her hot, haggard breath stimulated his base and the compact balls that swung just beneath his dick. The obelisk of veins and leathery hide had her salivate until she'd smeared her cleavage in spit. Slowly, on her knees, she leaned forward until her nostril caressed the dick. Her tongue followed right after.

She heard his grumbles in her pointed ears as Malon slowly ran her tongue from base to tip and back down again. Her fingers curled in the straw while she focused on her task. Potent monster musk filled her nose and left her somewhat lightheaded during her endeavor. Still, she soldiered on until she'd covered all her mouth could reach in spit.

The lizalfos spread his legs wider as his human lover reared back to lick between his crotch and cock. A hand curled on his knee for support while she worked him over. Loud, wet slurps echoed through the mostly quiet stables as she ensured a nice even coat of spit made his shaft shine in the lantern's light.

The Lizalfos brace himself for her to straddle him as they'd done before. However, Malon made motions to do something quite different instead. She gently but firmly coaxed him off the hay bale and onto the straw floor. He slowly leaned back until he was prone with his cock hard and ready as it towered skyward.

Malon flashed him a smile before she reached back to unhook her bra. Her hard nipples peeked out as the cups fell to the floor and exposed her full, perky tits for the lizalfos. She hunched forward and undid the ties of her panties as well before they too flopped down to the ground. The sight of her big tits, untamed red bush, and leaky loins was all the incentive the monster needed.

The farm girl turned around and exposed her globulous buttcheeks and the puckered star behind her. Slowly, she walked backward until she was squatting right over his crotch. She glanced back with a nervous smile as her knees slowly bent down until his tip poked against her ass. "O-Ooh!"

The lizalfos growled as he waited for her with barely restrained desire. His nails curled into the ground and left gorges in the dirt while he watched his human lover brace herself. A few mishaps in the past and had instilled him with the sense to let her dictate things. The results were always more than worth it.

Malon sucked in a breath before she pushed her hips down. The tip speared into her anal passage easily enough. Yet the girth itself slowly spread out as she struggled to adjust properly. Her spit's lubrication helped a little, but most of it simply came down to time and patience as she took more and more into her rump.

This wouldn't be like the first time, where things had gone horrifically wrong and she had to pass it off as a riding accident to a furious Ingo. this time she wanted to enjoy every second in a way that would sear into her brain. So she took it slow as her nails dug into her knees and she bit her lip to take her mind off the growing pain. "Hah...Hah...Ha-hoooo."

At last, her rump touched his crotch. Malon breathed a sigh of relief while she lightly rolled her hips. The cock in her canal twitched and squirmed while her anal walls remained stretched out to accommodate the intrusion. Her hand reached up and cupped her swollen breast as she tried to stimulate herself over the pain. Slowly her efforts were rewarded as the spasms and stings were replaced by squirms and bliss.

"Aaaaah...h-haah?!"

Malon gasped as a pair of scaly hands wrapped over her sides. The Lizalfos' hot breath snorted on her lower back while he kept her in place down on his crotch. She squirmed and shuddered, but he didn't release. Yet he also made no motions to force her up and down. Instead, he merely held her hips in something of a possessive grip.

"O-Ooh, I see-eeee," Malon squeaked as her cheeks bloomed once again. Her red hair curled down over her eyes and hopefully concealed the blush while she let him gently accost her atop his cock. Her gasps and coos through the stable and right towards the horses as they tried to slumber.

The farmgirl grunted and gasped as her body was used freely. The cock in her ass rubbed against her walls while she squirmed. Her nails slowly released her knee as she instead reached back and groped his armored chest for support. His own hands remained on her shapely hips while they churned and ground together.

"S-Slooooow," she panted out. Once more her tone rang clearer than words as the Lizalfos began to gently pump her back up. The friction from his shaft made her dizzy and numb even as she struggled to remain in his grasp. Her hand slipped off his chest and instead squeezed between his scaly fingers still wrapped around her shapely hips.

"Ooooh, yes. That's it, right the-heeeere~"

Malon's coos and moans filled her own ears as the duo slowly ramped up the pace. She winced and whimpered whenever the pressure in her rump spiked up. Her eyes grew misty as the precarious balance of pain and pleasure shifted inside her with every stroke.

Up and down, down and up. From his scale-covered crotch up to the tapered tip and vice versa. The farmgirl shook and writhed as she started to sweat from the sheer exertion of their liaison. More sweat than she ever got from a hard day of work, or a long ride to exercise the horses.

And she loved it.

"O-Ohh!" she gasped as her hips jerked down out of his hands. The Lizalfos grunted in shock as the redhead set a frantic, almost breakneck pace. Any thoughts or fears of pain had clearly left her as her body's desires took firm control. The sounds of rough, sloppy sex rattled the wooden walls and surely reached out to the rest of the ranch. A notion that was far from Malon's sex-soaked mind.

"Yes! Yes! YESSSSSH!"

Her pussy leaked freely as orgasmic desire stained her thighs and the monster's crotch. The warm juices meant little to either of them though. Instead, she merely tipped her head back and screamed to the rafters while her breasts wildly flopped and clapped together. Her eyes rolled back as orgasmic fire burned out her nerves and left her a numb pile of limbs and lust for the playful whims of gravity.

Thunk

Malon tumbled back until her shoulders crashed against his breastplate. The breath was stolen from her sore throat due to impact. Her hips continued to thrash and writhe down on his cock even as she sucked down much-needed air. Her lover took some initiative as his hands snaked around her body and aimed for her two most erogenous spots. One went down to her loins, the other cupped her bare bosom.

"A-Aaahhhhh."

Her coos and groans spurred him on as he probed her body. Her own hand remained on her other nipple while her other palm flopped over and brushed against the ground. She tipped her head back and exposed her open panting mouth and uprolled eyes for the Lizalfos' viewing pleasure.

Even with the differences between their species, he could call her lovely. The way her long red hair flopped out around her long, pointed ears cast such a bold visage in the dim lantern's light. Her light pink tongue flopped out as drool poured down her chin. Such a sight made his cock twitch in her rump until he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Mmm-mmmph~"

Malon's groans were cut short as the monster's maw captured her mouth. Her lips brushed over his teeth while his tongue flicked out to swipe against her teeth. She twitched and squirmed as her senses slowly came back one by one. Once she could properly feel what was happening, her own choice became more than clear.

The farmgirl leaned back and let her own tongue flop against his jaw. He felt her actions and doubled his own efforts. His hands weren't idle either as he groped her tit and massaged her juicy folds. Her own hand perched her nipple between her fingers as she lightly groped her bosom. She struggled to raise her other palm from the ground and managed to perch her hand right over the top of his. Her mouth pulled back as she gasped for air.

"C-Cum in me - fill my ass," she begged him as her hips rolled down again. His inhuman body easily dwarfed hers as her punitive ministrations were eclipsed by his rougher ones. Still, she felt herself pushed closer and closer to that orgasmic high that even the Golden Trio themselves must envy. "I-I wanna remember you~" she panted.

Her words had no meaning, but her intent was all he needed. His pace doubled against her, both in his thrusts as well as his gropes. Malon felt her toes curl in her boots as her supple thighs stretched open. Her heels knocked against the ground until she managed to find a way to plant her feet down to temper her own undulations.

She leaned back in and kissed her lover again. The monster in her ass returned her ministrations as his tongue swirled around hers. He gazed down into her misty, shiny eyes as she writhed in his arms. Her palm perched over his middle knuckle as she rubbed her fingers along the sides of his digits. Such light, almost feathery touches proved to be all she needed to send him right over the edge.

"HRRRRAGH!"

His sharp scream pierced the stable air as he erupted deep in Malon's ass. Rope after stodgy, syrupy rope of cum painted her bowels white. The force of his ejaculation made her spine arch in pure bliss. She barely felt his tongue as he dove into her mouth to claim her within her hoarse screams. He felt her fingers dig in between his knuckle as more of her nectar leaked from her untouched loins. Her other hand blindly jerked off her breast as she groped and fondled until she managed to grab his talon in her smaller palm.

Malon's pants filled the night air as their hips rolled and rubbed together. Without her coherent coaxing, the lizalfos had little idea of how to proceed or what to do next. But truthfully he didn't mind as his long, heavy load of seed filled her rump. He still had quite a long while before his own orgasm ended.

And the night was still very, very young.

COO! CO! ROOOOO!

"hah...h-haaah...ahaaaha….ha-hm-mmmm~"

The cucco's crow barely fazed them as they writhed and squirmed together. The muted rumble of a forthcoming rainstorm lightly shuddered the stable as the horses slept through their copulations. Malon ignored all that ass she happily swapped spit with the monstrous mate while his cum leaked out of her stuffed rump. Nothing mattered - especially not the Ranch's owner as his drug-induced slumber dragged on and on.

Perhaps a double dosage wasn't a bad idea after all.