They had stayed in Goron City for a few days. Daruk had made great progress with the divine, and was now able to control it more or less without struggle. Zelda was impressed to say the least. And yet her mind was filled more with frustration than triumph.
Ever since that wonderful night, her appointed knight had become increasingly annoying. He had already been extremely protective of her – always taking his assignment so seriously. But, after that night, Link would not leave her alone, even for a moment.
Wherever she went, whatever she did, he would always be just behind her, looking over her shoulder, making sure nothing was amiss. It drove her crazy.
Zelda had finally gotten what she wanted. She had broken Link's flawlessness, made him act out of line – and as a bonus she had gotten him into her bed. But now the problem had become even worse. He was even more insufferably meticulous in his task, even more perfectly capable.
She despised it!
Already she had shouted at him more than once. Though, she realised it was unfair of her to lash out toward him. He was only doing his job after all, even if the way he did it, unwittingly, made Zelda feel inadequate.
Regardless, she was glad they would finally be back in the castle. Zelda would be allowed some alone time for at least a few days. The plan was to head out again in two days, moving east, toward Rito village. But, for now they would stay in Hyrule Castle, replenishing supplies and preparing to venture into the cold weather.
Luckily for the princess, that would all be taken care of by the royal servants. She, in that time, would be allowed a well earned rest. A proper roof, lavish dinners, and most important of all, a large, soft bed.
Zelda was standing on the small balcony connected to her bedchamber. She rested her arms against the balustrad, breathing in the night air, a light breeze pulling at her hair. Far off on the horizon, the clouds gleamed brightly with a brilliant, pink glow. The sun had just disappeared behind the mountains west of the Tabantha frontier, marking the end of the first leg of the journey that would hopefully lead to the awakening of Zelda's powers.
She turned around – past the stairs leading down to the wall below – and headed back into her room. She walked over to her bed, undoing the tie at the waist of her dressing-gown. Shrugging it off of her shoulders, Zelda let the garment fall to the floor, leaving it there as she climbed into the welcoming warmth of the clean, fresh covers of her bed.
Blowing out the candle on her bedside table, the princess nestled into the sheets, burying her head in the fluffy pillows.
Zelda walked out through the west gate of Hyrule Castle Town. Her father hadn't come down to see her off. He seemed to have become more and more occupied as of late, though the princess suspected there was more to it than that.
The king did not approve of Zelda's approach to their dire situation. He seemed to think that all that was needed for her to find the power was to keep studying. That had clearly not worked so far, and she was ready to try something new. As things stood, however, neither could preve their methods superior.
The servant tied the last of the sacks to her horse, lashing it to the saddle, before stepping back to allow her to mount her steed. The princess's brilliant white stallion gave a quiet whinny as Zelda stepped into the stirrup. She hauled herself onto the horse's back, taking the reins into her hands.
"Why have you brought another horse?" Zelda asked, pointing to the brown mare that stood a few feet away. It too was loaded with luggage.
"I'm sorry, your highness, it was the king's order," one of the servants said apologetically. He looked toward the gate, where Link slowly walked out.
No you don't! She was supposed to make this trip on her own. There was no way he was coming along now. She had specifically told her father that she did not need a bodyguard.
Link was in his saddle in a single, smooth motion, sitting up straight. His proficiency irritated Zelda, but she could not deny there was something grand about him on horseback. His regal presence seems to affect the animal, it too standing a little prouder.
Such a show-off. Zelda forced herself not to get caught in the wiles of the hero. She turned her gaze forward, focusing on the path ahead. She couldn't argue now, she would look weak. So, tanked the servants, kicking her horse into a walk, heading up the road.
This time, Zelda had worn her underwear. She hadn't expected Link to be coming with her, and now when he was, she had no desire to try to woo him. Besides, riding would not be made in any way more comfortable that way. She had also packed a warm coat, and a pair of watertight boots, since they would be experiencing the wintery climate of the Hebra region.
The road took them through a small hamlet – marking the outer reaches of Hyrule Castle – before crossing Carok Bridge. This brought them into the ravine known as the breach of demise.
The gorge earned its ominous name from the strange rocks that sprouted from its sides. They looked like bones; giant, sharp teeth stretching out toward the sky. Despite the name, however, the princess and her companion made it through the strip without trouble.
They turned south, heading out just below the Seres Scablands. This too was one of Hyrule's stranger locations. It was a wetland populated by giant mushroom-like trees. Their trunks were thick, ending in a cone of vein-like branches, holding a strange, compact moss structure.
As a youth, Zelda had been fascinated with the strange plants. She would pore over any book on the subject, and had made countless journeys to study them in person.
Now, there was no time for such indulgences.
They trudged on atop their horses – stopping only briefly for a simple lunch – before the evening began to creep in on them. They had made it almost the entire way past the Scablands, only about twenty miles from the Tabantha Great Bridge, before stopping to make camp.
This time they had two tents, which Zelda appreciated greatly. Still, she would set up his tent as well, since he was cooking. Though, insufferably, he still made sure to help her, even with his hands already full.
How is he able to just do that? Zelda thought, as she pushed a rod into the ground. How is he good at everything he does? And at everything I do, too! She drove the next one down with more force than she had meant to. Awkwardly, she had to pull it back up a little to make the two poles even.
When the tents had been erected, and supper concluded, Zelda quickly retreated into her tent to sleep.
Well, I thank you for your help," Zelda said, stuffing the tent into its bag. "But, I shan't require your help any longer. You may return to the castle, I will be fine on my own from her." She turned around, stepping up into her saddle.
Link stood still for a moment, seemingly considering whether or not this constituted an order.
"I will see you when I return," Zelda said, starting up the path, not looking back behind her. To her delight, Link did not follow her.
Before noon, the princess had crossed the newly constructed bridge over Tanagar Canyon, and was a good way down the road on the other side. But, here the trek grew more difficult.
The path here was older, less well laid than it had been on the eastern side. In many places there were even rocks and boulders covering the road, forcing her to dismount, and move them out of the way.
She worked for hours, carrying stones off the pash, just to move a few yards before she was forced to start lifting again. By the time she had finally made it through the blockage, she was in dire need of food and rest.
Picking out a few of the provisions she had brought, Zelda attempted to cook a vegetable stew. The meal turned out more like a clammy porridge. Still, she forced it down, the warm paste at least approximating food for her starved stomach.
It's edible, that is what is important, Zelda thought. Link might make more appealing food, but the quality is not important out in the wild. Or at least that was what she tried to convince herself of.
Finishing her less than stellar supper, Zelda once again set up her tent. It took longer without Link's help, and she did a worse job than he would have. But when it was done, the princess was so exhausted she could just as easily have slept on the bare rock. She gave her horse a few pats, wishing her good night, before retreating into the canvas walls.
She swiftly undressed, undoing the braids in her hair. She was so tired; exhausted, both physically and mentally. Still, when she settled into her bedroll, sleep refused to come to her.
Her thoughts were filled with the cursed knight. Her father already didn't believe in her, and having that boy following her around everywhere did nothing to help prove her competent. And of course, worst of all things, Zelda was not. She couldn't do the things Link did, couldn't do what her mother could. She was the chosen one, destined to defeat Ganon.
And Link was.
Zelda felt something wet on her cheek. She sniffled quietly as she laid huddled in her blankets.
But she would not give up! The only way was to run, head first, into adversity. She would find a way to live up to her mother. To her father. To her champions…
And to Link.
That stupidly perfect, wonderfully, annoyingly charming, sweetheart of a man. She could not decide whether she loved him or hated him.
And yet, her hand had crept to that sacred place. Fingers nestled within her folds. She had not realised what she had done, but her thoughts of Link had brought on her arousal.
Zelda Let out a heavy gasp as she let her hand slide along her lower lips. She moaned as she massages her clitoris, trying to bring on a quick orgasm – too worn out to stay awake any longer.
To her frustration, no climax hit her. Instead, the pleasure faded, the moment of glee suddenly lost. But the itch still remained. She continued for a few minutes, trying to rekindle the flame within. She stroked faster, but to no avail.
Eventually, the princess gave up. She was at this point far more worn than excited. It took her far too long to find rest, and when she did it ended far too early.
"And stop following me!" Zelda yelled. This at least seemed to make Link hesitate. Zelda continued down the path, climbing onto the back of her white steed. She kicked him into motion, going down the hill in a quick trott.
She gave a quick glance behind her. Luckily her knight was not following – or at latest not yet.
It didn't matter what her Link, or her father thought. She was the one this all was about, so she would be the one to make the decisions. She did not need a bodyguard, following her around everywhere, supposedly protecting her.
Princess Zelda of Hyrule could protect herself quite fine one her own. And even if she might not be as proficient or experienced as her appointed knight, the only way for her to sharpen her skills was to use them.
Motioning her horse off the road, the princess steered down a steeper bank, manoeuvring around rocks and loose gravel. Despite the uneven ground, it proved quite an easy climb. Soon enough, Zelda had made her way to the bottom of the ridge, her horse now on even ground.
Zelda climbed off of her horse. Still holding the reins, she led the stallion off behind a large boulder, jutting out of the ground. Here they hid.
She had come down on a stoney plateau, not far from its edge, where it fell steeply into a wide canyon. This canyon marked the western border of Hyrule. None in living memory had ever crossed this enormous ravine. No-one knew what might be found on the other side.
Here they sat, the princess and her horse, and waited patiently. And, just as Zelda had expected, hooves soon echoed from the trail above. A moment later, Link came down the hill, just where the princess had. He walked his horse down the slope, continuing along the hillside.
Zelda sat still, watching her knight until he disappeared behind a bend in the path. She waited a little longer still, wanting to ensure she wouldn't catch up to her escort later on.
Once again, she sat up in the saddle, urging her horse down the path. She took it slow, guiding her horse across the rocky ground. There was no need to hurry, and Zelda had a lot of things to think about.
She had now visited one of the four divine beasts since the champions began their training. Daruk had made great progress with Darunia, but Zelda worried a little about Revali.
The rito champion could be quite impatient, and Zelda thought he might find it difficult to focus if things proved more difficult than he expected. Revali also tended to be quite competitive, and if he saw the others make greater progress than he… Well it could prove to be a tricky situation.
On the other hand, his love for contests might drive him to perform better than expected. That would make things easier.
Zelda steered her horse around the piled up rocks, zig-zagging between the chinks of debris. It was not the most beautiful part of Hyrule. Far from it, in fact. But the open emptiness of it made Zelda feel relaxed in a way she had not felt for a while. Here she was alone, with no-one to tell her what to do or how to do it.
She realised it was something she had been in dire need of for far too long.
There was a loud scratch behind her. Zelda turned in her saddle just in time to see the red bokoblin leap off of a boulder just behind her. The princess struggled against her horse – the creature startled by the surprise attack. She pulled at the reins, trying to steer the horse away from their attacker.
Instead, the stallion reared back, standing on its hind legs. It gave a panicked whinny, throwing the princess off of its back. She landed hard on the rocky ground, the air knocked out of her. The horse set off in a hurried sprint, leaving its mistress behind.
Zelda struggled for breath, tears stinging her eyes as she heaved in an attempt to regain her bearings. The adrenaline kicked in as her ambusher approached her. She scrambled to her feet, reaching for the knife at her hip.
As hair to the throne, Zelda had been required to learn the basics of self defence. Still, she was by no means a fighter. As she unsheathed the blade, her mind struggled to remember the lessons she had been taught so long ago.
She backed away from the bokoblin, holding her knife in front of her in an attempt to keep him at a distance. Adopting what she thought was a battle stance, Zelda steadied herself, preparing for an attack.
The Bokoblin carried a large wooden club. Though more primitive, the weapon had far greater reach than the princess' short dagger. She would have to wait for the creature to attack first, to have a chance to strike. It had no armour – or clothes, but for a ragged loincloth – if she could get a hit it would draw blood. All she had to do was keep her senses and await its move.
Perspiration was building all over her body, skin growing clammy. Zelda continued skirting away from the creature, keeping a few metres between them.
When the bokoblin lunged, Zelda faltered. She narrowly avoided the cudgel, swinging her meagre blade without striking. She stumbled backward as the monster swung again.
As the club swung past her again, Zelda moved in to attack. She struck a weak blow to the creature's shoulder, but before she could retreat, the bokoblins hand collided with her knife, knocking it from her grip.
The blade clattered to the rocky ground, too far away to retrieve. Without a weapon she would not be able to hold her ground. Fighting had failed, only one option left.
Run.
Zelda spun, darting away from the raging pig-like monster. The rocky plateau made for pore cover. She would have to run till the bokoblin tired, or she came upon better cover. She sprinted down a slope, turning in toward the cliff side. She felt safer up against a rock face than a drop into a ravine.
The bokoblin made chase, scurrying toward her at speed. Still, it did not catch up. At least not yet.
As the princess rounded a boulder, there was another screech from somewhere to her right. Looking up toward the hill, she saw another bokoblin, this one with blue fur. It bound down the rocky prominence, a wooden spear in its hands.
The newcomer cut off Zelda's path. It swung its spear in a wide arc, preventing the princess from continuing forward. She turned around, hoping to veer past the monster behind her. To her horror, the bokoblin was just behind her.
In a desperate gamble, Zelda pulled the sheikah slate from her belt, smashing it with all the force she could muster into the face of the red-furred creature.
It hit hard, and, surprisingly, did not brake. The bokoblin fell backward, screaming out as it clutched its injured face. Zelda wasted no moment, darting past the now prone creature.
The blue bokoblin had used the moment when Zelda was engaged with its accomplish, to round her, now blocking her planned escape. She was forced back once more, shepherded closer to the rocks, as the brute thrust its spear toward her.
Despite being the weakest variant among bokoblins, the red one recovered quickly from the princess' blow. He now closed her exit from the other side. In mere moments Zelda had been surrounded; no choice but to fight the two aggressors.
She jumped out of the way of the spear as it drove toward her, ducking toward the red creature, trying to get close enough where he would not be able to hit her.
The bokoblin, however, moved back with her. And with nothing to parry the blow, Zelda was hit in the stomach with the heavy wooden club.
Once again the breath was knocked out of her, her back thrown to the ground. She coughed and sputtered as she tried to rise again, but the bokoblins were now upon her. The red-furred brute loomed over her, her own knife in its grubby fingers.
Zelda felt at once filled with fright, the situation now fully dawning on her.
The monster put the knife to her throat, growling as he pressed it closer and closer to her skin. The blue bokoblin squealed from behind her, causing the other one to hesitate. It responded with a squeak of its own, the two creatures seemingly conversing.
The knife was withdrawn as the pig-snouted beast eyed her, seemingly considering the others words. It gave another screech, nodding to its companion. The bokoblin then crouched back down, knife at the ready.
Then it ripped it through her leggings, shearing the fabric in a single clean cut. Zelda yelped, shocked both at the suddenness, and the fact that she had not been cut.
Then the reality of the situation came over her. Something was stirring under those scant loincloths.
Do something! Fight, run, anything! her mind screamed desperately, pleading with her suddenly paralysed body. The bokoblin ripped at her trousers, tearing them off of her legs.
Zelda screamed!
"Help! Link, help! Someone, anyone!" But no answer came. "I'm being attacked, please he—" She was suddenly silenced as the blue bokoblin pressed its rough hand over her mouth. Zelda tried to bite at the callused fingers, but the creature put its hand around her jaw, forcing her mouth shut.
She struggled against her captors' powerful grip, trying to wriggle free. After her leggings, her boots followed, the furry pig-creature throwing them to the side. The monster curled its fingers under the hem of her briefs, tugging at the only thing that still protected her sacred place.
Please, anything but this! She was desperate, mind racing, searching for any way out. It was futile. There was nothing she could do. Idiot princess, why did I push him away!
But thinking of Link, of all she could have done differently, only made it worse. She had shooed away her only protection. Screamed at him, hid from him. Because she didn't need him.
And now she did.
Her briefs slid down along her hips, agonisingly slow. The anticipation was worse than anything the princess could imagine. Taunting, monging her for her helplessness. The bokoblin almost seemed aware of what it was doing to her.
Zelda felt tears in her eyes, her vision blurring as she looked up at the belly of the blue bokoblin, squatting above her. Its hands – locked around her jaw – obscured her view of the one pulling at her underwear.
The blue one squealed, urging on its companion. A rough tug came as her panties were ripped from her loin.
The mountain air played across her skin, but there was no pleasure in it.
Her mouth was freed as the beast above her threw its hands in the air, cackling excitedly at the sight of the royal's nethers. This let her see the red-coated brute as it pulled its breechcloth to the side, freeing the quickly hardening monster.
The penis was nearly the width of her wrist, and at least as lung as her underarm. It hung heavily from the creature's scrotum, swaying slightly as it moved toward her. It looked nothing like Link's. The skin was not smooth and soft, but leathery, with protrusions like tiny spikes all along the shaft. And it did not slim off to a point. The head was large and wide, the wide urethra already spilling liquids.
It looked horrifying. Zelda had never seen anything like it, her fears growing manyfold at the thought of what it would be used for.
Once again she screamed out. As loud as she could, pleading with anyone or anything that might hear her. Her heart thumped in her chest. She was desperate, yet nothing could be done. She was too weak, too inexperienced. Even if she was not held down by the brutal fists of the bokoblins, her body had locked up, the panic paralysing her.
The bokoblin hemmed excitedly as it moved in on her, crouching down to its knees, until its member rested on her belly. The pig-demon face looked down at her body, hunger burning in its eyes. As Zelda gave another cry, the blue bokoblin's hands returned to her jaw.
Zelda felt the massive head of the monster-penis press into her folds. All she could see was the head of the one holding her mouth shut, its face filled with wonder as it watched her molestation.
She felt claustrophobic. She needed to scream, to puke. Fight, run away and hide. Anything!
All she could do was cry as her labia was parted, the massive member stretching her as it pushed in.
Her hopeless protests were muffled by the giant hand. Still, she cried and screamed as the monster pressed further in. There was pressure. Pain. Her body did everything it could to fight back.
She heard the squeals and moans of the creature as it revelled in the pleasure of taking the princess' body. It sounded distant, far away somehow.
Her cheeks were wet, streaked with her painful tears. Then, finally, the blue monster released its grasp on her mouth. She heaved, suddenly aware of the lack of breath. Still, she couldn't seem to find her voice.
Then the other bokoblin's loincloth had come free as well. Its massive penis loomed over her.
The princess gave a cry as the red bokoblin thrust hard, at last reaching her deepest point. Pain flashed within her stomach, spreading out like lightning through her body. She whimpered as she watched the creature invade her insides. Her abdomen was swollen, stretched to its limits. Her skin was a concerning shade of red, loins burning with immense pains. Despite having bottomed out within her, a third of the bokoblins enormous penis was still outside.
The beast began pulling out. It felt as if her insides were being dragged along, her belly slowly returning to its normal shape. Zelda drew in breath as she was emptied. She convulsed as innumerable senses and emotions came over her at once.
Her body hurt all over, abused by the horrid beasts. And yet – as much as she did not want it – a strange tingle played within her nethers. A mechanical function of her body; out of her control. Still, she felt great failure in experiencing it.
The relief of emptiness was short-lived. The monster pushed in again, this time faster, rougher. Zelda cried, pains exploding all through her. Then the blue bokoblin bent down over her, its massive member pressing down against her face.
Zelda closed her mouth, trying to turn away from the foul thing. The bokoblin put his fingers over her nose, cutting off her air. Zelda held out as long as she could, but she knew it was inevitable, she would need to breathe.
Please, she pleaded. Someone please help me! She squeezed her eyes shut, battling against her lung's call for air. Oh goddess, please! I beg you, I'll do anything.
Finally she had to let go, she took a deep breath, air finally rushing back into her lungs. But, the moment her mouth was open, the bokoblin pushed into her. The head alone was enough to completely fill her mouth, and her breath was once again cut off.
The taste of the abhorrent phallus filled her senses, making her gag. Then all thoughts were ripped away from her as the monster pressed on.
Her oesophagus was stretched to its very limits as the enormous erection forced its way into her mouth. Zelda couldn't breathe. Her eyes filled with tears anew, her vision blurring and world seemed to fall away around her as her mind went further into the depths of unconsciousness. She couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't hear or feel.
Then breath once again rushed into her.
Zelda coughed and sputtered as the monster's penis left her maw. Dribbled spit and mucus covered her cheeks. She heard their grunts and moans as they pleasure themselves with the princess' defenceless body.
Before she was allowed to find her barings, the bokoblin moved into her throat once again. It hilted itself within her jaws, heavy testicles pressing against Zeldas sweatslicken forehead.
At the same time she felt the other bokoblin increase the rhythm of its thrusts. She could barely comprehend the world around her anymore. Zelda felt as if she was being pulled down into the depths of the ocean, sharks ripping into her body. She was nearly unconscious. And then…
A flash of impossible heat exploded within the depth of the princess, as if a fire had been suddenly struck within her stomach. One of the bokoblins screeched loudly, the cry echoing out around them.
Deep in her muddled, hazy mind, sparks of pleasure flashed through her pelvis. Her oxygen-deprived mind struggled to focus on reality. The world seemed to elude her, seeping away like sand through one's fingers. It was not her laying on the rocks, molested by vile monsters. Her body was that of somebody else.
The bokoblin lodged in her throat pulled back, finally allowing the princess to breathe again. Tears came to her eyes as her mind was dragged back into her body. The red-furred beast continued to release its seed within the depths of her vagina. Zelda felt an overwhelming pressure build within her as pulse after pulse of the creature's burning sperm unloaded within her.
It pulled itself free, continuing to release its heavy load. It oozed more than spurted as the semen covered her lap. It itched and burned on her flushed skin.
Before Zelda could scream in disgust or pain, her throat was again filled by that disgusting erection. Every time it pressed down into her throat, her body screamed out in anguish. Every time the creature hilted itself within her, Zelda felt as if her mind was about to break apart.
She was warm and wet and clammy. Covered in the despicable creature's thick batter. Her body was flush and sore, her lower half in painful aftershock, her upper still under great pressure.
Link… she thought. But what would that help? It was too late, she was already doomed.
It was all her fault.
Then another flash of warmth came. Her stomach filled as the blue bokoblin released within her throat. He stayed within her, growling as he let his seed flow. As he pulled out, Zelda's mouth was filled with the putrid fluids. It tasted like old leather, salt and bitter. It seemed to burn on her tongue, as her mouth was loaded with more than she could handle.
Soon she coughed and spat around the head of the phallus, her futile attempts to swallow were not enough. Sperm was in her nose, one her face. When the creature finally pulled free completely, it still had a good bit more to give.
The musky fluids coated her tunic, soiling the garment. Her golden hair, full of the sticky substance; sullied. The monster's stores were enormous compared to Link's, leaving the battered princess in a tepid pool of clotty goo.
She still sputtered and coughed as the bokoblins stepped away from her. They were full of chatter. A language she could not understand, but that was non the less quite clear.
They had found themselves a new plaything. One they were very proud of.
It was hopeless. She might have avoided death, but the fate that lay before her was far worse than that.
And the very worst of it all was the pleasure they had stirred in her. These awful monsters, violating her – princess Zelad of Hyrule's – body, and she felt pleasure from it. She knew it was not what she wanted, but the mere idea made her feel sick.
Zelda lay sprawled in the warm pool of bokoblin semen, face, chest and stomach all plastered with the thick glop. It filled her nose and mouth, the putrid ejaculated all the could smell of taste, as she tried to breathe deeply, still light on air. Her hair stuck to the ground and to her face, glued to everything it touched. Her tunic and undershirt was pulled tight to her chest, both entirely soaked through. Zelda felt her lower lips jerking as they slowly ousted sperm out of her swollen gut.
She realised suddenly that this would not just be the end for her. She had effectively doomed the entirety of Hyrule. Without Zelda and her sealing power, Calamity Ganon would be able to return, and would destroy or enslave everyone. She had tricked her knight, gone against her father. And now the whole world would end, the only one able to save it tapped and abused by a pair of bokoblins.
Zelda found herself crying once again.
The blue bokoblin stepped toward her, penis still out in the open. Zelda's body jerked, the thought of being penetrated again sending shivers through her spine. Still she had no power to protest.
Before it reached her, the bokoblin stopped, its attention suddenly focused on something Zelda could not see. The creature gave a squeak, a worried look coming over its face. It cowered away from the prone princess, backing toward its accomplices.
Suddenly the ground shook, loud steps thumping just out of Zelda's sight. Theme a trunk-like pig's snout appeared before her eyes, followed by the hulking shape of a giant, blue moblin. The lanky creature lumbered toward her, looking around, seemingly assessing the scene before it.
A dark realisation crept over the princess. If her fate had not already been sealed, it certainly was now.
The creature stepped forward, looking over the prone woman – naked from the waist down, covered in the putrid seed of the bokoblins. The moblin made a gurgling hiss, sneering at the sight of her. It bent its head toward her, teal snout moving this way and that as it sniffed around her.
It inspected her overflowing nethers, its enormous horn nearly piercing Zelda's stomach in the process. It growled as it inspected the bokoblin's handiwork, apparently growing excited at the thought of it.
Zelda whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes once more. She was covered from head to toe in the vile seed, now beginning to cool and dry on her skin. Her body had been violated by two demon-creatures, left on the hard rock with no weapon to defend herself with. No way to escape or to call for help. And now this enormous, horrid beast would do it to her all over again.
Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the sticky sperma.
The moblin ripped its loincloth from its waist, apparently out of patience. Its penis was nothing like that of its smaller counterparts. It was hidden within a sheath, coming out as the creature's arousal grew. At full mast, the shaft was nearly the length of Zelda's arm. It twisted in a corkscrew-shape, the pink skin coming to a pint, a small hole at the end of the behemoth organ.
The breath caught in Zelda's throat. This thing would kill her!
"Please!" Zelda tried to plead, though she knew it was all in vain. This monster would have its way with her body and leave her here, just like its predecessors.
Suddenly the moblin's hands were around her waist, fingers locking her in place as it lifted her from the ground. She gave a weak whine as she felt the rough fingers dig into her sensitive skin. Her hair was heavy with moisture, hanging down into the white pool below.
The moblin held its other hand under her groin, collecting the semen still flowing out of her. Then it stuck its covered fingers into her rear.
Zelda yelped, the sudden invasion sending shockwaves through her body. She held her breath as she felt creature's fingers twist inside her rear, spreading the slippery liquids along her inner walls.
The finger was extracted with a small pop, before Zelda was turned around, so that she faced away from her abuser. Then the pressure was back on her buttocks, only this time it was far greater.
Zelda gasped, crying out as the corkscrew-phallus was forced into her rear. The moblin's grasp around her waist tightened as it pressed her against its massive erection.
Please, no. Zelda could do nothing but pray. Link, I'm sorry. Sorry for everything! I should never have shouted. I shouldn't have tricked you into leaving me. How could I have let this happen?
Ah! It's so big! The creature pressed on, forcing his prey further down its twisted organ. Zelda's insides shifted to make space for the impossibly large thing. She felt like she was about to puke as her stomach was rearranged, forcing her already overwhelming filling of monster-sperm out of the way.
Liquids gushed down the princess' legs, ousted from her lower lips. She cried and moaned at the horrendous stretching. She could smell the putrid breath as the moblin's tongue hung down next to her face, long snout sniffing and grunting in her ear.
Zelda was pushed down more forcefully, tears pooling in her eyes, as if forced out by the mere size of the monster within her.
Then it all stopped.
The moblin ceased its incessant pushing, its giant member coming to a halt within her. Zelda hung in the air, legs dangling below her. She had been skewered on the monster's penis, only its hand around her waist keeping her in the air.
She tried to breathe, the situation only allowing for shallow gasps. Her hair was glued to the slight arch of her back, her tunic made into a second skin by the countless layers of bokoblin semen that had soaked through it.
Then the moblin pulled her upward, dragging her off of its massive shaft. Her tight insides grinded against the rock-hard penis, drawing desperate grunts from the pig-creature.
When she was down to just a couple of inches still within her, the moblin lowered the worne princess to the ground. She was set into the thick sperm-pool on her hands and knees, swaying unsteadily on her weary limbs.
And then it drove back into her, forcing as much of its length into its victim as her body would allow. Zelda's arms gave out, sending her forward into a hands-free fall into the goopy puddle.
Once more Zelda's senses were overwhelmed by the foul stank of the monster essence. She felt it on her lips and in her nose, her face forced into the ejaculate. Zelda gagged at the sensation, all the while the moblin forced its penis into her rear.
It pistoned in and out of her tight butt, pressing against her cheeks as it buried itself in her. Zelda was overcome, smell, taste, feel. All sensations crushing down on her at once.
She couldn't breath, couldn't think. Her consciousness was fully focused on the immense pressure inside.
There was a groan, or a screech somewhere seemingly far off. The moblin picked up speed, somehow sliding in and out of her without resistance. Then that familiar warm feeling filled her, though this time far more intense.
Zelda felt her loins shudder desperately, a pleasureless orgasm coming over the princess as the moblin released within the depths of her rear. Zelda screamed, though she could barely hear herself. Her vision darkened, her insides aflame.
Pulse after pulse pumped out within her, filling her already bloated stomach to what felt like its breaking point. Liquids spilled out from her butt, adding to the mess on the ground, as the moblin began to pull out.
Then there was another scream, one of the bokoblins. It did not sound like the previous ones, not pleasurable and exhausting. More like…
Terror!
Something flashed above her, the moblin now screeching too. Then the creature – still half way lodged within her gut – exploded in a cloud of purple smoke.
Misty streaks whirled and sup and they scattered, revealing the shape of a different figure. Stately and proud, sword raced high, Link stood over the fallen creature. His eyes were full of fear and anger.
And Zelda was saved.