The Princess and the Pirate Queen
She sighed in pure contentment at the sight of what she had achieved.
Naked in a nice, warm bath, Risky Boots could see in the low lighting of her cabin all the precious items she had gathered in the last two months, the most profitable time in her whole life. Rupees, objects of gold all showcasing this "Triforce" that seemed so preeminent in the cultural landscape of this place and a plethora of incredible items were all piled up there for her enjoyment, their luster doubly shining in the special atmosphere of her quarters at night. All of this was indeed precious to her, the reward from her constant pillaging and raiding across the shores of this Hyrule, a land who did not have too many potent defenders anymore, especially now that her most precious acquisition was right behind her, massaging her shoulders with a gentle and tender touch.
"A little higher~" she said in a melodious, yet also mischievous tone as she quite appreciated how absolutely docile, devoted and adoring the previous champion was when it came to her. Having successfully hypnotized and brainwashed him thoroughly, this once defiant and particularly fearsome fighter was now her completely obedient slave, just about ready to do anything she asked for as he worshiped her being in an absolute manner. He was her champion, her bodyguard...But she also had another title for him, one humiliating yet oh-so amusing to use. "Do it for your goddess...Cabin boy~"
His little smile and the shivers on his skin made it quite apparent that he enjoyed whatever attention he could get from Risky, his literal goddess as he went on to move his hands a little higher, squeezing her naked shoulders delicately as one could see in his expression that being near her, touching her, was a privilege that he cherished dearly. "Yes, my goddess..." he replied, his tone servile and calm as his body most assuredly wasn't. An expert lover that had been trained properly by Risky herself, he was also a fierce protector and a key component in any plans she had. His skills with a blade were still very impressive and he had a capacity for quick-thinking and an adaptive streak, but on her ship, alone with her, he was the least threatening person ever. Clad in a loincloth and with an open vest baring his chest and his shoulders, he was a potent piece of eye candy that Risky liked to watch on occasion. "Is there anything your cabin boy can do to please you, my goddess?"
She could go on and indulge herself more thoroughly, make him join her in her bath to alleviate her worries, yet she hadn't earned the title of Queen of the Seven Seas by being easily swayed by spur-of-the-moment decisions as there was one thing that did worry her: the lack of good loot in the last week. At first things had been exceptionally fruitful, a cavalcade of riches all there for her to take, easy-picking in tons. Now, things were scarce and her efforts seemed to be almost in vain and there had to be a reason for it. One day or two in a row could be a coincidence, but a whole week meant that actions had been taken against her somewhat and this would not do. "Perhaps you can tell me if the current ruler here has plans in effect for raids and pirates, my sweet little slave," Risky said, turning her head around slightly as she ran her hand in Link's hair, making sure he would meet her gaze. "It seems like someone is fighting against your owner...And she does not like that one bit."
Melting under her touch, those kind of actions made it so Link had an easier time focusing and giving out answers, reacting instead of acting as his hands and arms grew limp, a result from one of the many triggers she had implanted within his subconscious. "Yes, my goddess. Zelda, the current ruler of Hyrule, most assuredly could have decreed to move treasures, artifacts and precious objects to be moved away from the coast and into other territories like the Goron towns or where the Gerudo lives, away from the sea," Link responded, accessing memories that should have been suppressed, yet that Risky saw as too valuable to downright destroy. One little flick in his hair and she access him without awakening any pesky thoughts or resistance, which was just like how she wanted things to be: nothing rebellious or arduous.
"This Zelda...Is she strong? Capable?" she asked, half-aware of the answer yet determined to gain more insight as she never truly had to worry about this woman prior to this moment. Most royalties where she came from where kinda useless, more accustomed to pushing papers, parchments and pens rather than anything else, living indolent lifestyles and ordering people around...Like a certain mayor of a certain town she used to raid often. However, perhaps this one would be different and she needed to make sure it it was the case or not. "Does she have the respect of her people? Does she possess powers?"
One more few flickers of her fingers in his hair and Link explained it all, activated by commands burrowed deeply in his mind. "She helped me fend off Calamity Ganon, a fearsome entity of pure malevolence after keeping it in place for 100 years straight. She is powerful, wise and is beloved by the different populace of Hyrule. As an enemy, she would be fearsome, my goddess," Link described, himself in awe of her even after forgetting much about her.
It was true that, even though her soldiers were no match for Link, her Tinkerbats and her own audacity and intelligence, there were times when surprising tactics and approaches had been shown to her, which did suggest that this Zelda could indeed be a pain if she wasn't dealt with sooner rather than later. However, she needed to be smart about it. "Do you have any suggestions for weaknesses of hers? Anything that I could use against her?"
"We have been very close in the past before I met you, my goddess," Link went on to explain, her proximity making him blush as his heart beat faster while visions of the amazing Risky seemed to flood his mind, a result of more triggers and corrupting thoughts reinforced constantly within his brain. "I have been her champion and friend for years. She trusts me completely."
This gave her an idea as Risky returned to look at her pile of loot, imagining already how much bigger it could get as she smirked. Her hand removed itself from Link's hair as she chuckled, pieces of a plan gathering together as she got more comfortable in her bath. "Link, pick up a piece of parchment and something to write with...I want you to write something down for me...And bring my spiral top once you're done...I want to reward you for being such a good cabin boy~"
As Link obeyed and took position to write, Risky laughed and talked, knowing exactly how she'd deal with Zelda once and for all...
The road to Lurelin Village was a long one.
Travelling on horseback, Zelda couldn't help but feel a certain amount of worry as she looked at the horizon, anxious to see what had happened to Link. It had been a little more than two months since she heard from him and understanding deeply how capable and strong he was, it seemed like only a catastrophe could really make it so he wouldn't report back to her as soon as possible. He had sent her a letter recently, a rather urgent message that did not seem to really pinpoint any specifics onto a problem that they knew persisted: the Queen of the Seven Seas, Risky Boots.
Dear Zelda,
I am deeply sorry for being away and not communicating for so long. Problems along the coast have prevented me from coming back to you in these troubling times. Meet me alone in the nearby hills of Lurelin Village at sunset in seven days and I'll explain it all.
Your champion, now and always,
Link
There was something incredibly odd about this letter, not only because it was curt, but also because those words did not seem to fit in with the way Link talked with her. If there had been trouble, he could have used the Sheikah Slate to come back near her, transporting him from one point to another with efficiency. However, she knew the kind of problems he talked about and how troublesome that Risky Boots was, how acting constantly on the defensive was draining for both her and the people of Hyrule. A large part of the treasury was safe, yet plenty of it had been stolen by the nefarious pirate and she'd do anything to finally resolve this situation. After beating Calamity Ganon, it would be absurd to be bested by a pirate crew of all things. Reports from other places near Lurelin told of a skillful addition to her crew, a swordsman with incredible dedication and devotion to this Risky Boots. If her raids got even more aggressive, then it was high time that Link and her went on to take a more hands-on approach. The two of them could solve anything and this Risky Boots would certainly be no match for the champion of Hyrule and herself.
Finally arriving, she got off her horse as she inspected her surroundings, trying to find just where exactly Link would be waiting for her. Clad in the gear she had back when she explored Hyrule in her search on how to activate her powers which meant tight riding pants, a form-fitting jacket, her hair reduced in length thanks to braids, good-quality leather sandals. Also sporting a rapier to defend herself with clad on her belt, she was quickly reminded how she had never truly been alone on those fields until now. Her battle against Ganon had been a solitary affair when she held him at bay, yet she always had Link and the champions with her back in those days. To be without escort, a decision of her own due to resources being stretched in the reconstruction of Hyrule and its towns, was a little strange for her. Heading toward the village itself, she went on to try and get some supplies, see if they needed anything and get to know her people a bit more. Things certainly had changed in 100 years and she was still getting accustomed to this new Hyrule that was there for her to discover and to improve upon. Looking at all the people working, toiling hard, fishing and trying their best despite those pirate raids gave her plenty of encouragement as she basked in this atmosphere. All those trials, those projects were for people like them and it gave her strength to see such an enduring people, capable to withstand hardships and prod on no matter what. As she prepared to leave, an old woman came near her, insisting upon speaking with the last surviving royal family member of Hyrule.
"Do be wary of what is happening here. Those pirates are getting nastier and they'll most assuredly prepare an ambush for you," the ancient and wise woman spoke, obviously concerned for the well-being of her beloved ruler. With Zelda promising to be prudent, she felt like everything would be alright as there was no way to copy the rather atrocious handwriting that belonged to Link. This letter was the genuine article and the two of them would finally be able to move past all those pirates along with their queen. She wished to do so along with Link at the time, joining him, yet she felt that such a problem could be handled by him alone...it wasn't the case it seemed. She knew the spot he was referring to, the only recognizable one around, as she climbed toward the highest hill and made her way to the meeting spot.
Getting there, she looked around to see a little water spot in the shape of a heart, surrounded by a circle of lit torches as this seemed like an especially romantic spot, which did make Zelda feel a little hopeful that perhaps Link could overcome his shyness, and she hers, to perhaps talk about certain things that they hadn't dared speak of in each other's presence. There would be, however, plenty of time for that in other instances as there was a problem to contend with first and foremost. Witnessing the sight of Link kneeling in front of the lake, clad in his champion's tunic, she ran toward him, his two months of absence being felt in one fell swoop within her heart as she wanted to embrace him, to ask him if he was okay and so forth. She had missed him so, yet as she got closer something didn't quite feel right as he did not budge from his spot, nor did he look at her in the slightest. It was as if he was entranced by the lake, his gaze firmly set on this body of water and nothing else. As she got much closer, he finally did went on to set his sight upon her...and his blank expression was a rather terrifying one for her. No change in emotion, no particular intelligence stood behind those eyes. That fearless stare, the determination which shone brightly upon his face was gone as there were faint spirals of red and yellow within his irises, which told Zelda all that she needed to know.
"You're under some sort of spell, aren't you?" she spoke aloud, not expecting Link to answer back as she observed his stance and how he did not seem to recognize her at all, as if they were strangers to each other. Using her magic to possibly cure him, it seemed that a lot of what made himself a champion, a being of light, had been snuffed out, replaced by something dark and pervasive as she was astonished at how little was left of him. Who could have done such a thing...And how? With the sunset now down, the dark of the night began to cover the sky and bask the fields and hills of Hyrule in somber tones as the nearby torches began to light up considerably more, showing off that they each sported skulls atop of them. Had it always been there and she hadn't noticed? Were the skulls placed while she observed Link? It seemed like something nefarious was at work here and perhaps this had been a trap which she needed to escape, yet not without Link. Shaking him a little, she hoped to at least awaken a part of him that remembered her, that reminded him of his heroic tendencies and his true nature. "Link, we need to go right now. Follow me and I'll see that you'll return to your true self."
"His true self is just as you see him, princess" a voice said, coming from the dark as two eyes of different colors, red and yellow, shone from behind a cloak that marched toward both Zelda and Link, doing so slowly yet without cease as this womanly presence, as judged by the tone of her voice, got closer. "Allow me to introduce myself, Zelda. I am the Queen of the Seven Seas. I am...Risky Boots."
Tossing the cloak aside, the pirate revealed herself fully before the queen, clad in purple bedlah pants reminiscent of the Gerudos, purple high heels boots, a skull-motif top complete with eyes of red in one spot and yellow on the other, a white and red bandanna and some other small accessories that Zelda had no time to inspect as those eyes on her top went on to change, emitting red and yellow spirals that drew her gaze near-instantaneously as she stared into them. Her white skin, with hints of purple, seemed flawless as she strutted her hips in a wide arc with each step, going on slowly and confidently toward Zelda with a smile on her face. She ran a hand through her hair, chuckled a little and observed in silence after this revelation, the pirate being apparently alone yet obviously unfazed by this position she found herself in. Questions arose, initiative that she needed to act upon like attacking or retreating, yet Zelda found no energy to do anything as her eyes were locking themselves on those loops that repeated themselves on Risky's top, making her chest seem tantalizing and seductive in an odd, yet mesmerizing manner.
"You should look at her and parlay...And enjoy the show offered by the Goddess," Link said to her, finally speaking as she felt him so close to her. Part of her senses were somewhat dulled, making it so she failed to notice that her rapier had been taken away and that Link had moved away from Risky and Zelda, leaving the two of them closer while he watched from a slight distance. Those words of his, albeit delivered in a monotone voice and without much energy, were still infused with Link's familiarity as Zelda, caught in a very slight daze, went on to go deeper into this spell unbeknownst to her. Link's own word still had their effect upon her psyche and, in this state of vulnerability, made it so it was easy to just look a little deeper into those spirals, basking onto their intriguing appeal.
"Do not worry about anything and relax, little princess. Just watch me...And enjoy~" Risky went on to say, her tone gentle yet filled with a certain power as she began to dance, stopping her steps about two meters away from Zelda. Her hips went on to sway widely, showing a fluidity and flexibility to her body so as to really amaze her audience, which consisted of Link in the distance and Zelda much closer, yet this was for the sole royalty of Hyrule mostly, as her cabin boy would most certainly get a reward soon after all of this would be done. Going for slow and languorous motions, not unlike a pendulum, the pace of the spirals on her top matched that of her sways as they were easy to watch and follow, drawing the interest of this young woman surely and efficiently. "Not many people can say to have seen such a wonderful performance and you ought to take the time to appreciate it. Look at it carefully~"
There was something that she needed to do, an important fact that she needed to act upon, yet her thoughts were muddied as Zelda watched the performance coming from Risky Boots. Like those plays and shows that the Gerudos had put on for her in the past when she visited, this Risky Boots showed a certain agility and deftness with her own form that managed to be alluring and seductive as her own breathing began to get progressively calmer, her body reacting to the words of this pirate as it was easy to actually relax. She did need to have a cooler head in order to react accordingly, yet she was uncertain about what she needed to do, her own focus hesitant unless it was directed toward the chest and belly of the actually rather attractive Risky Boots. There really was something fascinating about her, easy to the eye and toward her thinking process, yet she could not pinpoint the how and they why of it. Again, she tried to remember why she was there and what she needed to do, but this dance seemed to drain anything unrelated to it away, leaving only appreciation and observation as prime directives for Zelda to focus upon.
"That's it. You're doing great, little one," Risky continued, her voice encouraging but also somewhat tantalizing as it was not devoid of sensuality, far from it. Those sways were beginning to get somewhat softer as her hands went on to place themselves upon her hips, accentuating how wide those arcs and her waist was, how smooth and soft-looking her abdomen and her flesh were to the eyes. "Let all your worries float away, your stress dissolving into nothingness as you just watch, listen...and enjoy my sumptuous dance and body~"
Every syllables of those suggestions seemed to ring within her brain, allowing them to take hold subtly and increasingly within Zelda's psyche. Caught in this spell, her own defense and her readiness seemed to be naught, reduced to rubble as the arts of seduction, coupled with mind-numbing charms and hypnotic qualities were alien to her, making it so as strong mentally as she could be, unawareness of its effects and how to recognize it made it easy for her to succumb to the magnificence of this experience. A captive, there was no one to help her, with Link himself feasting upon the dance of his goddess in the background.
"You're so calm, so focused on my entire being that nothing could disturb you, not a single element could make you stop watching and listening. I'm the center of your attention, the thing that makes you feel incredibly at ease..." Risky said, describing what she wanted Zelda to feel, guiding her along the pathway to a nice trance as she over-emphasized her hips and her belly by pushing her waist forward a little, going on to make a half hip circle of the slowest fashion in order to tantalize Zelda further. This had the effect of making it so the red circles on her top, at times, grew a little larger, not breaking the pattern yet magnifying it with undulations. "So at peace, so at ease...Everything is fine right now~"
It did indeed seem to be perfectly okay as Zelda agreed more and more, her body growing a little limp, her muscles softening in a way that made it so she fell to her knees, looking a little higher to really observe the dance that Risky Boots was offering. Her mouth began to slacken a bit as a result of all of this, her own body continuing its functions as a little trail of drool fell down from her lips toward her chin, her self-consciousness dropping as those little push of her belly toward her, even if by a few centimeters, made it so the sight was increasingly alluring. Accepting that she enjoyed it and that it calmed her to no ends, her own eyes began to replicate those red and yellow spirals, her own mind steadily gulping down the words and the deeds of the Queen of the Seven Seas as something that brought contentment. Her own neck and head swayed along those hips, charmed like a snake before a flute, mimicking this motion that brought her such joy in a nonchalant manner. She was, for all matters and purpose, entranced, hypnosis penetrating her mind thoroughly in a slow and insidious manner.
"It is quite okay to be attracted to me, to find me beautiful. We live in a whole new world, one where such things are okay. The way you look at me indicates that you're captured by my beauty, by my allure~" Risky said, going for bumps this time around, as if she was shaking Zelda's brain with her hips as this caused for the spirals to gain in speed a little. Risky removed her hands and placed her arms behind her head, allowing for them to be out of the way for the real show. "It's so easy to stop thinking and to admire me. It's much more pleasurable and easier to just look at me and to really end up fascinated by my assets~"
The way she spoke and moved with such confidence, with such skills, made it easy for Zelda to become exactly as Risky described: attracted to her. The sheer appeal of someone with so much self-awareness, bravery and a sexy disposition made it so Zelda agreed that it felt nice to stop thinking too much, instead observing and developing a steady amount of lust for that belly of hers, for those breasts which tantalized her spirit so efficiently. Her spirals got a little faster, her smile a touch wider and she stopped her swaying, staying in place as each bumps seemed to shake her to her very core.
"You just can't resist me, can you? You find me beautiful, don't you agree?" Risky said, going for questions so as to make Zelda a willing participant, or at least semi-willing actress, in her enslavement as she went on to make it so her hips bumped to the side a little faster, buckling her knees rapidly in order to produce that effect. "You could watch me dance for hours, I presume. Would you enjoy that? Looking at my sublime body onto eternity?"
All those questions were a little too fast for her, especially as those hip bumps were indeed making it so it was so hard to really respond thoroughly. However, they still did register somewhat and the answer to them was simple enough for Zelda to produce an answer. "Yes..." she said, half-blindingly and automatically answering as her lips seemed to move on their own, believing this reply to be true enough.
"I'm striking, don't you think? Unforgettable, even?" Risky continued, this time taking a step closer as she bumped her hips a little faster, going on her toes so as to heighten her stance and really tower over the kneeling princess of Hyrule, a sight that did offer a good deal of excitement. "You find me hypnotic, don't you agree?"
She had to agree, to really say how she felt as her lips moved to reply, yet a part of her reacted strongly to that last statement. This was the answer to what was happening, to what she had done to Link. Her thoughts were still somewhat blank, her body most unresponsive yet a spark of resistance, of her inner self, went on to rise to the surface of her being as she talked more freely. "Is this what you did to Link?" she asked, not without some difficulty as she could picture Risky using this technique on the Hylian champion, making him succumb to her charms. Part of this imagery did somewhat arouse Zelda, yet it was not the time to entertain such thoughts as she tried to move her fingers, to regain control over this situation which had lasted long enough. "Did you...hypnotize him?"
In the past, this might have shaken Risky's resolve and made her commit a crucial mistake. This Zelda possessed a rather formidable amount of willpower if she was able to retain some spirit after the spirals appeared in her eyes. However, this would prove to be useless for her as Risky had practiced with Link countless times, enhancing her technique to new levels as she instead went on to stop her dance, then moved toward Zelda without rushing herself. In silence, she got progressively closer and then placed her hands on the side of the Hylian princess' face, doing so gently yet firmly, then proceeded to pull her head into the very top that spiraled so hypnotically, her cleavage providing for a sweet prison to really cement her position and finish off those silly thoughts.
With her eyes still open, Zelda could not manage to fight back in time as the inherent softness of those orbs and the fabric of her top, combined with the nearness of Risky, her smell and those dastardly hypnotic spirals managed to calm her down in a matter of seconds. The red and yellow, ever spinning, seemed to drain away much of her thoughts, whatever they may be. She went on to become increasingly mindless, becoming unaware of her surroundings and pretty much anything else as the warmth that Risky produced lulled her into complacency while the spirals absorbed her resistance away. Her hands would not move to push herself away from this situation, her brain already accepting and reinforcing the fact that she loved this, that it would be foolish to even fight as Risky caressed the back of her head.
For Risky, she knew that a quick few seconds would be all that she'd need in order to really cement this stage of Zelda's trance, yet she would have none of it. Instead, she doubled down on making it so Zelda would stay in this position for a little while, seconds turning into minutes as she said not a single word, this experience and her nearby presence more than sufficient to produce the desired effect. Then, feeling satisfied enough, she released Zelda from her hold as she seemed dazed and stupidly happy, her mind most assuredly gone in a pretty indicative manner. To see such a proud and noble being reduced to this was particularly exciting, yet Risky was not known for her self-restraint and this was just getting started. Thus, she started to dance anew, yet this time went on for a more lively routine as she stepped back a few times in order to get some distance, going for hip circles this time around as she rotated those hips in a wide fashion, truly showing how nimble she could be, doing do rapidly to prove further how mesmerizing she could be.
Zelda, in this new state of mind, could not perceive any light other than the top which Risky wore. Was it because the torches had been extinguished or because her perceptions were dimmed, more concentrated on this object of fascination that was Risky? In the same vein, she could hear the music of drums, string instruments and tambourines coming from both afar and really close positions, spicing up the already very hot display of sexuality and dominance that Risky put so generously in front of her. She had no idea if this was real or imagined, if her mind was playing tricks on her? Did she have allies close to her who played music? Were the people of Lurelin under her sway and playing music for her? Was it all coincidence? The more she watched, the more she understood that all of this did not matter, that those questions were silly in the first place as she got brainless, her near-monomaniacal captivation for Risky reducing everything to non-importance. Risky was dancing and it was all that mattered.
"For me to continue, you must look up to me and close everything away from your sight that is not me. You watch only my being, listen only to my words and nothing else matters but my dance and me, my little Zelda~" Risky said, aware that all of this was already the case, yet to make Zelda aware of it and accepting of those notions would be not only a thrill, but a necessary step in furthering this trance of hers. Her hips circles went on to shorten in their arc, getting faster as her belly seemed to stretch less and less, getting a little taut and yet no-less attractive to the eye before those circles turned into small flutters atop her flesh. "You will listen to everything I say, agree with all words that pass through my lips and obey my commands...Or else I will stop dancing...And you do not want that, do you?"
This ultimatum was truly aggravating, not because it was too brusque, but rather because the sheer thought of Risky stopping those fascinating motions seemed too much for Zelda to contend with. As such, she nodded in silence as she hadn't been given the permission to speak, her expression solemn for but a few seconds before the faster pace of those spirals caused for her eyes to match their speed and her smile to become wide, her own satisfaction and pleasure apparent enough for anyone staring at this situation.
"Do not feel regret or concern over Link's fate, my little princess. He is perfectly happy to serve his goddess in pure hypnotic bliss. He's more than fine in his new position as my slave~" Risky said, responding to what Zelda had said a few minutes ago, her belly flesh pushing out and in with rapid speed in order to make tiny waves atop her midriff, as if pulling in and out the attention of Zelda as her top seemed to match this devilish pace, creating a spiral that seemed deliciously too quick for any eyes to truly follow. "You gave him out to me as a gift, remember? A tribute to your goddess, promising me many more thoughtful gifts like this in the future to prove your devotion..."
This made no sense at first consideration, as she could never give Link away...Not that she could give anyone for that matter, yet her own agreement to anything Risky said rang out in her head, a remembrance of a promise and to consider everything Risky told as truth. Hearing Link's name gave her a certain nostalgia, some chills, yet her body and mind acted almost of their own accord, replying to what this goddess said. "Yes, I gave him out to you...As a gift..." she responded and hearing her say it made it seem true, like gospel to her ears and thus it changed her. The spirals in her eyes had been tiny, replacing her irises at first, yet now they encompassed her eyes completely, the red and yellow filling out her gaze without any spot missing. It all made sense now, as that familiar feeling when hearing Link's name was easily explained: it was the name of her past champion, a tribute she gave to the great goddess Risky Boots. Upon accepting this truth, any resistance or even thought of rebellion were snuffed out, her mind fully accepting that what she knew wasn't the truth and that she needed to be reeducated. There were holes in her memory now that her thoughts were being retooled by Risky and her magnificent, mesmerizing, sexy and hypnotic dance.
"Everything that came from the coast, the riches, the people, the land itself...It all belongs to me, to the goddess of the oceans, to the Queen of the Seven Seas~" Risky declared, sensing well enough that Zelda's trance had grown considerably as judged by how happy and hypnotized she seemed, those eyes particularly spiraling now. She changed those flutters in waves, into belly rolls to really push forth the ideas that she was the owner of all those bodies of water that surrounded Hyrule and its coasts. The waves crashing on her stomach were all-encompassing, moving from one end to another of her lower and higher abdomen without a single flaw to their motions. "You accepted to give that to me as thanks to the many blessings I bring to Hyrule by my sheer presence, remember?"
Of course Zelda did remember, her memories reshaping themselves to make it so anything Risky said would be the utter truth, her mind malleable to an insane degree now that her trance was incredibly strong, further cemented as it seemed like her thoughts were manipulated like a ship would be around waves, lulled by those undulations on her stomach that made her heart skip a beat due to their magnificence. Her dance was as hypnotic as her top and her top was incredibly irresistible. "Yes, everything close to the sea is yours, of course, as I promised..."
"And it's so easy to just give it all to me, not just because I'm a goddess, but because it serves as a tribute to my beauty and grace~" Risky went on to tease, going on for longer and slower belly rolls, amplifying those qualities she described for herself. "You see my entire self and your heart cannot help but skip a beat or two as you stare without end~"
It had been already established that Zelda found Risky to be pretty, a normal step into looking further in this trance-inducing performance, yet now that the princess was deep under, true consideration of those words came into play as everything around Risky was magnified, enhanced into ways that Zelda could not properly describe or understand, especially with her power of concentration played with by none other than the pirate performer herself.
"Why, I'm sure you went on to travel all the way to me to perhaps even give yourself as an actual tribute to my being at this point, yes?" Risky further suggested, going as far with this as she could and it seemed like the hypnotic trance in which Zelda found herself in was cemented strongly in the foundations of her being. She stepped closer and exaggerated her undulations so as to make it so her belly flesh would be a few centimeters away from Zelda's lips and nose, tantalizing her further. "You're looking at my belly as if it were a gift from the gods, but really it's just a gift from a very generous goddess~"
Zelda couldn't really look anywhere else not just because of the proximity of this sublime abdomen, but also because her thoughts were absolutely obsessed with that midriff now that the Queen of the Seven seas was mentioning it. Its scent, its lustrous appearance and just how excruciating all this teasing was drove her into the edge of hypnotic madness, torn between moving close to rubbing her face and lips on that supple surface or to stay there in worship, to gaze and wait until the goddess herself would give her permission.
"And yet you can't forget my breasts, the red and yellow accompanying them paling when it comes to their enchanting powers. They're so big, so beautiful, that they're forever imprinted in your little, puny mind~" Risky went on to say, continuing the same motion as this was not but a visual, but conceptual approach, her words just as effective here as her appearance, perhaps even more so.
And Zelda certainly couldn't disagree that those breasts had indeed made a mark on her spirit, that they were burned within her retina, forever bouncing and spiraling as those large orbs, larger than hers by a good margin, were not only impressive but seductive. The idea of thinking, of looking at another woman with such lust, such adoration, had never been considered before within Zelda's mind, yet the more she looked at Risky the more foolish she felt for never considering it. Risky Boots was so perfect that it brought up the question of her sexuality and then answered it in one go, making it so Zelda was deeply attracted to this goddess of the seas.
"You've come to envy Link's position as my slave, haven't you? You wish to mindlessly serve me in all ways until the end of your days, I'd wager..." Risky went on to say, understanding very well that Zelda was in a state-of-mind that would make it very easy for her to agree with this, enamored and worshipful in ways that would be ruinous and all-encompassing.
She could not deny this. Imagining Link serving so closely to this goddess, seeing her everyday, having the pleasure to listen and obey her commands, it was indeed enough to make Zelda jealous. She had no way to properly imagine the bliss of always being on her knees in front of her goddess, to be her servant and plaything at all times. Yes, she wanted to give herself away completely, to gift it all to Risky Boots in pure gratitude for all that she was and that she did, the boons of the oceans and seas being too great to properly recompense.
Risky always did love how low some people would go, how they would throw it all away once they were deeply hypnotized and at her mercy, and this Zelda was no different. More than that, the fact such a noble and beautiful piece of royalty was on her knees in adoration gave her thrills like no others in a long, long time. "You love being hypnotized by me, don't you? For me to own your thoughts and mind as I dance your worries away," Risky said, not suggesting but downright commanding these feelings ou t of the princess of Hyrule, smirking in pure mischievous joy as she returned to circle her hips to transition into full-down shimmies, her hips shaking like crazy to really seem all encompassing like the sea. "Repeat after me...I love being hypnotized~"
"I love...being hypnotized..." Zelda repeated obediently, her lips moving on their own, her words more reactions than initiative as hearing her say them made them seem more true, more in touch with this new reality that dawned on her.
"You own my thoughts and my mind~" Risky continued, her shimmies never-ceasing, those hips shaking, quaking, in ways so as to properly destroy any rational thoughts, grinding them to dust with rapid and sexy motions.
"You own my thoughts...and my mind..." Zelda continued, cooperating with complete disregard for her own mental faculties and her dignity. If she did not own them, then it was easy to do as she was told, to be mindless and to assist in any way she could, really. The goddess would never lie about these facts.
"Your dance is pushing all of my thoughts away~" Risky said, taking one step further, giving an angle to her shimmies so to Zelda would see them even better than before, a little mischievous smile on her face as those words were music to her ears.
"Your dance...is...pushing all my...thoughts away..." Zelda said, her own words somewhat slow, yet not hesitant in the slightest as she felt almost like a little blank slate, nothing else but what Risky suggested, commanded and implied filling her thoughts and brain.
"And now, as you're mindless, you will repeat those three sentences once more and cement them within your fragile little psyche that I own," Risky said, going in overdrive with her shimmies so as to really destroy Zelda's mind with sheer sexiness and hypnotic might. "In fact, you'd love to be freed from the terrible responsibilities or ruling Hyrule, of all those sordid decisions and give it all out to me. You'd much prefer the pampered lifestyle of a slave to my being, able to see my beauty and serve me everyday mindlessly. Now repeat all of this and what I mentioned before to your goddess~"
"I love being hypnotized...That you own my thoughts and mind...While you dance my worries away..." Zelda said, every words a struggle since her trance was so strong, limiting her own mental capacities. Still, every words she said were from the heart, a result of Risky twisting and manipulating the personal reality of the princess for her own benefits, which Zelda loved realizing more than anything. "I want to be freed from Hyrule and its responsibilities...Of all those sordid decisions...I want to give it all away to you...I want to be your slave...To see and serve you everyday...The Queen of the Seven Seas..."
How precious this moment seemed that a royal being like this would put herself in such submissive sentiments, in a precarious and downright humiliating predicament. Enjoying this session far too much, Risky began to really adore messing with Zelda and as such she wanted to prolong the experience, making it so she'd change her plans. At first, she only wanted to pillage all she could and move on to greener pastures, yet this Hyrule was much too fun, too filled with opportunities to leave too soon. "I'm quite happy that a cute little thing like yourself would try to give yourself to a goddess...And that you worship me enough to give away your own champion, the one I presume you had a crush upon at that..." Risky said, further manipulating events as she could have stopped right there and then, yet to enslave and twist this Zelda was addictive in its own right. She could figure her ruling this land for her, providing her with all that she'd desire while on her knees, in eternal adoration as she'd wear the skimpiest and most seductive of outfits for her. She could picture it already, Zelda wearing nothing but a thong with a little skull on it, as if her crotch and pleasure were hers to do with as she pleased, wearing pasties in the shape of that ridiculous Triforce on her breasts, barely concealing her nipples along with one of her bandanna. The rest would be nude, of course, as she'd stand near her cabin boy, ready to obey without feeling any prude thoughts, any shame, at her near-complete nakedness. It made for a strong imagery. She felt like she could ask truly anything out of Zelda, from wearing a dancer's outfit, to learn to dance solely for her, to seduce and become her love slave all with eagerness and a worshiping attitude. "However, you found someone truly deserving of your love...and more...With me, am I right?"
Yes, she had given away Link not only because Risky deserved his servitude far more than she did, but also because the goddess, the Queen of the Seven Seas, had managed to capture her heart, locking it away in pure elation and submissive love now and forever. She herself could imagine herself in a servant's outfit much like Risky did, yet her spirit had a different way to describe it. She could see her own royal gown torn and remodeled, added with some Gerudo elements so as to be just like this goddess. Pantaloons, a revealing top, bracelets, even perhaps a chained collar around her neck, all with the skull motif of the Queen of the Seven Seas. She could picture herself licking those boots in adoration, massaging the shoulders of the goddess to provide relaxation, to smell her hair and caress it, to kiss that wonderful belly, cleaning it with her tongue and lips for hours without end, to be on her knees and lick her lower region, to suckle in this juices...For Risky to mount her with a golden artifact penetrating her own nether, ravaging her like the sea would anything frail and out of its element like she was. Any fantasy that she held deeply, that featured Link, were replaced with Risky instead. She imagined the goddess fondling her breasts, twisting her nipples with a satisfied smile on her face. She imagined her in a vulnerable position, attached firmly, in a helpless situation, with the Queen of the Seven Seas smirking in delight as she prepared to do all that she wanted upon her. And she shivered in delight upon those thoughts that invaded her mind, never going away as they installed themselves firmly.
Unable to not realize how wet Zelda was, a look at her crotch sufficing to deduce this, Risky knew that pleasure had finally installed itself within the paradigm of Zelda's subservience to her new goddess. This meant that Risky could indeed count on not only cooperation, but active participation around whatever involved sexual gratification and her own satisfaction. As such, she stopped her dance, bent down and then planted a kiss on the lips of the once-princess, now reduced to a slave to her own needs and whims. It was a hungry kiss, a passionate one at that too as Zelda meekly accepted whatever Risky threw her way. Her tongue darted in, her kiss went on to get slightly rougher as if she was getting way too much into it. The kiss, intended to last a few seconds at most, went on to get slightly longer in duration as it seemed like Risky really couldn't get enough of teasing and dominating Zelda, much like she did when she captured her head in her own cleavage. This gave her ideas and as such she stopped, a trail of saliva connecting the two as Risky then went on her knees to try something new, a spur-of-the-moment thing that she hoped would wield good results as she went on to move her arms back, resting on her elbows to properly bend her back and achieve a good posture which placed her breasts up top and her belly in full view. Then, she undulated her stomach in an expansive manner, crashing waves of flesh on the sea of her stomach once more.
This had the result of utterly capturing Zelda's attention anew, the lingering taste of Risky's lips and tongue still in her mouth as her heart was beating faster and her loins were on fire. Full-on seduced, part of her imagination and fantasies fulfilled with a simple gesture, everything related to looking at the Queen of the Seven Seas an an automatism now, something entirely ordinary and to be expected. There was nothing wrong or even exceptional about gazing and admiring her beauty. In fact, it was to be expected.
The waves went on to get progressively more aggressive, Risky pushing her belly out with each succession as her abdominal muscles were a little on fire now, yet it was nothing when compared to the profound satisfaction she felt right now. She moved her back up to slowly regain a straight posture, still on her knees, as her breasts got to Zelda's eye level, the spirals now inches away from her eyes. "You will stay firmly in your hypnotic trance until the sun rises, staying the night in a torpor of pure bliss as visions of my being, fantasies involving me and thoughts of absolute obedience and worship to the Queen of the Seven Seas shall nurture and comfort you throughout this wonderful moment," she began to say, already implementing those new thoughts and that new process she had in mind for Zelda and Hyrule as a whole. "However, even when you'll be awake, away from your trance, you shall forever remember and cherish the fact that you're my slave, my fully willing and devoted servant~"
Those words rang true to the very soul that Zelda possessed, yet would fully give out to her goddess if she but asked her for it. It was as if these orders, these commands, were a branding on her entire being so as to claim ownership of her, that her goddess was accepting to grant her the colossal privilege of being her property. This alone made Zelda squirm in delight, those spiraling eyes going overboard and her drool getting worse as Risky's chest was truly all-encompassing now, capturing her gaze in a way that felt truly overwhelming.
"You will rule Hyrule for me and return to your castle in the morning, refreshed and eager to make your domain a truly prosperous land, filled with riches and resources," Risky commanded, shimmying her shoulders in order to shake her breasts a little, her arms up, her palms shown to the night sky and her eyes firmly set on her royal slave. "And I want you to make all of this very easily accessible to me, for me to take whenever I see fit to pillage as is my right. Not just treasure, but fine wine, gourmet food, rupees and artifacts, all of it which shall be considered tribute to me."
Ruling this land was a pain, a true challenge that she would happily get rid of, yet when ordered by her goddess it made it seem like Zelda had the most important task in the world, which alleviated the pressure somewhat. If it was for the Queen of the Seven Seas, the one being worthy of adoration, then it would be a task she'd gladly take upon herself. She'd make sure everything worth something would easily be obtained by Risky Boots.
"Your task will be to maintain appearances as an independent and strong ruler, albeit I want results for all those products I want. Use whatever you see fit to make sure I get what I want, even strength if necessary," Risky said, herself seeing how much the public image of the princess could deteriorate thanks to her, which did somewhat thrill her as there was nothing this Zelda would sacrifice to please her, something she now shared with Link. "You have to take charge of this, even if the silly peasants and the foolish advisers of this Hyrule of yours complain. None of them would understand the depth of your devotion and they'll just get in the way."
Those shaking breasts, a result of the shimmying getting faster, managed to mix all those thoughts and commands into a coherent narrative and a persona change. None but her could achieve what Risky demanded and she had to take care of it, no matter what kind of methods she'd use. Results mattered more than anything and she understood that very well.
"Those peasants keeps on complaining about raids and pillaging and they do not understand that I'm a goddess, that I'm worth far more than all of them combined. They're pitiful and they do not deserve your loyalty or your kindness. You'll have to safeguard their devotion to me at any cost through deceit if needs be," Risky said, turning her against her own people as she spun her torso now, making her chest swiftly spin along with the spirals, greatly enhancing their effects as she placed her arms in the air and her wrists in a crossing position. "And those advisers are fools, only in it for their own gain. They'll wish to ruin you and your position as my prime supplier of tributes. They are not to be trusted, only despised."
No one was with her, it seemed. She had no ally save what Risky would give to her, would send for her. Only those knowingly in the devotion of the goddess would really warrant trust and her cooperation. She felt not only pity, but a certain disdain for those silly peasants and those members of the court now, all too ignorant to understand how Risky Boots made everything so much better...And she did not even want to correct them. No, it was not her task to do so but to produce tribute and that was it.
"If you do well, if you shower me in adoration, in gifts and in results, then perhaps I may even consider bringing you aboard my ship, a servant in my own cabin that would obey my every commands. Every. ~" Risky said in an honeyed and suggestive tone letting this idea roam free as she spun the other way before switching into figure-eights with her torso, adjusting her stance so as to place her arms behind her head along with her hands. "I may even give you proper clothes to serve me, teach you how to dance like I do, become my one true messenger, my own priestess if you do well enough~"
She pictured herself clad in a dancing outfit, in a praying position before Risky who'd look at her with a subtle smile, ordering her around. Then she imagined herself dancing and even convincing, hypnotizing others into following the Queen of the Seven Seas, her own performance a true beauty dedicated to the one true being above all. All of this was magnified by the spirals and she drooled openly, messing her tunic as she looked goofy and helplessly lost in her own trance and fantasies. At this point, Zelda knew nothing else but what Risky said, her desires shaped up by the goddess herself as no vestige of her past, regal and kind self was retained. All that subsisted was this puppet ruler, this supplicant of the great Risky Boots whose deeds would change the land of Hyrule forever...and Zelda was unwise to it, entrapped within new thoughts and cravings of Risky's own creation.
"Perhaps I'll let you even practice on Link and claim him for yourself~" Risky said, cruelly tempting Zelda as she motioned for Link to approach them, which he did as he knelt on the side, illustrating her words with proof as she gestured with a single finger before Link went on to worship Risky's belly with his tongue, fully devoting himself toward his goddess. "Imagine him doing this to you, worshiping you. Isn't is exciting, arousing even?"
She felt jealous, but also absolutely shivering with lust as she pictured herself going on to enslave this ex-champion of hers, claiming him with her hypnotic power given to her by the goddess. Already the illusions of her new dreams went on to fuel her devotion, Zelda imagining herself also in the same position as Link as she'd kiss and worship that delightful navel with her tongue and lips too.
Looking at Zelda as she was obviously lost in thoughts and scenarios of hypnotizing Link gave way to wicked glee as Risky knew this to be cruel, yet it amused her to no end. Link would forever be hers and she would not dare to have anyone else but her possessing him. If she truly wanted, she could make it so Link would remember Zelda barely, yet still prioritize Risky no matter what. There were tons of ways with which she could humiliate the princess with such moments and this gave her chills. This was false hope, a sheer manipulation of expectations and she'd have quite some fun with all of that. "Mark this in your soul, your heart, your body and your spirit. I am the true ruler of Hyrule, the one goddess above them all which you worship and serve. My will is your will. My commands are yours to follow mindlessly and obedience to me is not only natural, but pleasurable too~" Risky declared, rising up a little to tower slightly over Zelda as she moved Link away from her stomach with a simple gesture, allowing for Zelda to look at her stomach as she placed her hand on Zelda's chin to redirect her gaze toward her midriff. She went on to undulate it before her eyes, tempting her even further with the simplest of rolls, which would be enough to enthrall her even further.
"You are the true ruler of Hyrule...The one goddess above all..I serve and worship you~" Zelda said, her tone decidedly aroused and excited as her hand shook a little, as if it wanted to touch either Risky or her needy crotch, yet would not do either without the explicit permission or command coming from her goddess. "Your will is my will...Your commands and mine to follow mindlessly...Obedience is natural and pleasurable~"
She believed it wholeheartedly, Zelda now corrupted beyond restoration as Risky moved Zelda's head closer to her belly and then smirked in utter wicked delight. "Accept my role and yours and give me your kiss of allegiance, of your reverence and devotion. Kiss my belly...and become mine forever~" Risky commanded, not stopping her movements to further arouse and tantalize as she crossed her arms before her chest, letting her sole belly be the hypnotic focus for once.
She did not need to be told this twice as Zelda practically lunged toward the sublime stomach, kissing it with raw passion and devotion. Each second that she spent worshiping it, adoring it, made it so she gave more and more of herself. There was no shame, no true self besides what Risky told and she lost herself a little as one of her hand went on to put itself on her crotch, just above her pants as she rubbed. She tried to masturbate, as if she was nude, revealed before her goddess. The kiss made it so this moment was ecstatic as she tried desperately, with no guilt or remorse, to pleasure herself by pure instinct within this situation. She accepted everything, would give away all that she had and was. Risky Boots was her goddess, her true owner and the reason for her existence. She kissed with wild abandon, rubbed herself more and this pleased Risky Boots as she chuckled over such unbridled energy and self-sacrifice. That needy position, this masturbation... It had been so easy to tempt her, to hypnotize her. Offering her Link, removing stress from the equation, the promise of rewards, the sheer seduction...It all proved to be too much for the once-princess, now-slave to handle and she was putty in her hand. This was a glorious day for the Queen of the Seven Seas, a true achievement for her to bask upon. And she still had the remainder of the night to truly enjoy the start of something wonderful and enriching...
The start of her conquest of Hyrule, true and proper.