There was something magical about walking around Gerudo Town. Link was initially skeptical of the notoriously exclusive city, but after he had made more than a few trips into the city to assist Riju in defeating the divine beasts he understood why so many traveled through the desert to visit.
It was truly a shame the city forbade male visitors. Clear sparkling water flowed throughout the city in baked clay aqueducts so the gardens and amenities of the city were always perfectly watered despite the grueling heat of the surrounding desert. The marketplace was marinated in culture. Colorful dye baths colored the clothes at the tailor made for the native Vai of the land. Artisan breads filled the air with a crispy warm scent that made Link's mouth water and his stomach growl with hunger. The children ran gleefully in the square, blissful and thoroughly unaware of the calamity darkening the world around them.
There was one issue that Link had failed to account for in his preparation to sneak into Gerudo town, a significant one that while easily overlooked was crucial. It was easy enough to slip on Vai clothing, and cruise about the town as an unassuming Hylian Vai. It wasn't as easy to remove the disguise when he had to attend to a certain more Voe centered need of his.
Link was red in the face from not only the harsh sun of the desert but from the stress or urgency that was rising deeply in his core, Beneath his Sirwhal his penis throbbed in full urgent pain. He had been talking to shop keepers near the far walls before he had found himself in the predicament he was currently in. He had been trying to locate some of his preferred bomb arrows when he had gotten the first pangs of need from his pelvis. It was so much fun to barter with the Gerudo women however and he was no stranger to denying some of his basic needs when he was stealthily hunting prey or navigating the steep and treacherous terrain that so often blocked him from the shrines he needed to activate. Unfortunately it seemed that he had tried the odds and lost. His feet felt unbearably heavy in his shoes as he began to make his way from the interior of the Gerudo city toward the exit on the outer walls.
He was no stranger to garnering a few weird looks as he went about his adventures in the wide country of Hyrule, but as he hastily fled the city center he felt the weight of a different look on his back. Looking around, he saw scorn, even disgust on the faces of shopkeepers as he passed. His mind was swimming in his own bladder and he hadn't much room for thought but he was able to reckon that they hadn't seen through his disguise as they would throw him out of the gates in anger rather than repulsion. He was confused at the reaction, but soon realized why. A strong wave of need shivered through him and he felt a small spot of warmth against his fingers. He had been holding his penis to prevent a release without realizing it. No wonder the bystanders were staring at him, they were just trying to do their shopping while a Hylian Vai was fingering herself in the middle of the market. He let go of his grip and immediately regretted it. Liquid raced fully into the tip of his dick and he bore his muscles down hard so he wouldn't lose control. Even so, several drops dribbled out and hit his leg. He checked to make sure that the leak wasn't visible through his pants and it wasn't but he knew he was running out of time.
He was limping now. His penis was fully hard and painfully swollen from urine. His wetness wasn't showing through his pants but his penis was making an obvious bulge and he knew he needed to hurry. They'd be rough enough with throwing him out if they only discovered he was a man, he didn't want to think too hard about what might happen if he lost control of himself as they carried him outside of the walls.
He rounded a corner and stopped in anguish as a crowd of Gerudo pushed past him. They brushed past his sides and the touch of their skin and cool wind of their passing left him shaking. He kept stumbling forward, and in his rush made a wrong turn down a dead end passage. At the end of the corridor rushed blissfully cool and clear water from the aqueducts above and he froze transfixed by the sound. He cried out as a long spurt of hot piss shot out from him. He fought to stop the leak and it ached down from his tip to his shaft. A tear formed in his eye and watered painfully. He was running out of time. The back of his neck burned. He had an idea.
Hobbling now, he made it to the edge of the stream and dropped to his knees. The pool only made it to the gardens by this section of it. No harm would be done. He pulled the waist band of his pants down over his cock and held it above the water. It was so firm in his hands he nearly had to get fully into the pool to get his throbbing tip in. The cold water electrified him. He expected relief and instead hardened. Despite he burning need to release himself his groin refused to give up the burden.
Behind him female voices loudly joked. A group of friends was coming to play in the pool. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and stormed out of the corridor, nearly knocking the last Gerudo in the party over. His clothes were soaked from the pool. His erection was obvious. He needed to get out of there.
He ran at full speed toward the exit. His shaft pumped and he could feel urine beading up at the tip. Beading up and dripping. Dripping. He reached down into his pants and held his finger over the apex. Urine pushed up against his hand and burned. It had no where to go. He turned a final corner and he saw the exit, a doorway cut into the rock wall. He ran blindly, not caring where he stepped or for his surroundings. He was nearly there. His vision was orange from the sand and the clay and nothing more.
He found himself rolling, and his left foot in sharp pain. He felt like he was spinning for hours. Sand flew into his mouth and he put his hands out to catch himself. Releasing his penis. He landed sitting up on his knees with his legs bent around him. He shuddered as his cock let it all go. Piss sprayed out of him, leaking through the fabric now tightly covering his dick and soaking into the sand beneath him. His eyes rolled back as his body tensed from an orgasm that echoed through him in a way he had never felt before. He felt cum shooting thickly from him as his whole body seemed to drain out. He held his penis and stroked it while it writhed in his hand and finished emptying piss and cum. He was spent. He laid down backward, his heart beating furiously and gasping for air. His eyes fell on the thing he had tripped over, the old and ill maintained statue of Hylia.
"That's quite a show alright," a voice called in front of him. He sat up quickly, his eyes going wide to discover the old woman whom had immediately recognized him as a Voe when he first came to the city. "I haven't seen anything like that since my early days looking for a husband". She emerged from her home in the side of the wall and approached Link. His eyes beamed up at her like a stag watching it's hunter. He was embarrassed and surprised and his face burned a bright red.
"Come inside my house now, we'll get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. Can't have the guards seeing you looking like that". She turned and wandered toward her doorway, motioning to Link to follow her. "And don't worry, my help won't cost you anything. That show has more than paid your admission price".