The Pirate's Nostalgia
Risky sighed happily in her bath.
The water being perfect, warm to a degree that some would deem insane and enough to scorch the flesh of weaker beings, she herself thought it to be perfect. A light amount of foam had arisen on the water's surface as her back was lounging against one of the extremities, her long hair half laying upon the tub while part of it was soaking in the water. Everything about this was good, yet things could always be better as she adjusted her position and then snapped her fingers, doing so in a way that would make the sound resonate in her own private quarters. "Cabin boy...pour a glass of wine and bring it to your mistress," she said, hoping to get some more of that fine Zora wine with its weird opaque and blue coloration, its look deceivingly hiding its sublime taste. She did not even need to look up to hear the sound of calm and controlled footsteps, the clink of glasses, the pop of a cork being removed from a bottle and the sweet sound of liquid being poured. Then, the footsteps got closer and she extended a hand as she heard a sentence that she heard many times before, yet which she never really tired of, especially coming from him.
"I hear and obey, my sublime mistress."
She looked at him and took the glass in her nimble hand, admiring the taste of this fine alcohol just a tad less than his absolutely stunning body...and she enjoyed this wine very much. Once a champion, one who was to fight and remove her from Hyrule's seas, Link was now her slave, her toy, her cabin boy...or really whatever she wanted him to be. Right now, though, he was her devoted and downright adoring servant as she admired him, her own choice of clothes for him making this task incredibly easy for her. A short and open vest to see his chest and his abdomen, both muscular in a lean way, harem pants to match her own aesthetics, curved slippers to make sure the hard wood of her ship would not harm his nimble feet and then nothing else, the green and gold colors of his outfit matching perfectly with his naked flesh. His lean and yet strong frame, married to those battle scars, that cute face, his blonde hair and the eternal spirals of red and yellow in his eyes made him a dreamy kind of slave, one extremely eager to serve and obey as he was checking her out too through the little spots in the water not covered by foam. They were both eyeing each other it seemed, his own appreciation of her great beauty seemingly matched by her own liking for his appearance. She took the wine glass with one hand as she gave him a little reward for being a good cabin boy, letting her hand caress the ever-present bulge between his legs to titillate him. "Good boy~" she merely told him and the combination of her words, coupled with that touch made him tremble in pure delight. To see him nearly succumbing to her faintest contact made her chuckle in delight as she took a sip of this Zora wine, letting him linger close so that she would have something nice to look at.
She now had more time for moments such as these, her business absolutely booming in terms of pillaging and looting as she eyed the immense pile of treasure within her own room, her careful selection there but a fraction of what she had below deck. Her wine itself was something she had laid her hand upon with great ease now that it had been many months since she had gone on to gain the very queen of Hyrule, Zelda, under her absolute power and sexy control. The queen arranged everything out of devotion and duty to her, making it so tribute would be brought to shores on time and in secluded areas so that they would be easy to pick up. Goron-choice sirloin, Zora wine, pillows and clothes stuffed with Rito feathers, copious amounts of rupees and even priceless artifacts were all handed to her and she didn't even need to go take them out herself as she had two more ships to her name. If this was kept ongoing she'd probably have an armada before long and she'd be able to stir up some real trouble, yet for the moment things were going quite fine as she imagined those "peasants" being either complacent and dumb, going along with what their "queen" told them...Or they were too scared since they thought Zelda had surrendered to the pirate threat with nothing so much as a fight. The three ships she possessed were stashed with loot and this made her very, very happy as she knew it came from her dominance, from her own achievements. She would never have been this successful in Sequin Land, so this Hyrule with their now-corrupted champion and their enslaved queen were decidedly making it so Risky was greatly enjoying herself as she imagined the torment she put the whole land of Hyrule in.
There were, of course, token bouts of resistance and opposition, gathering and even attempts at bringing her down, yet she was too savvy and downright cruel to really see any of these as challenges. Either she bombarded from afar with all those cannons she possessed or she sent some Tinkerbats and her own champion-slave to put those peasants back where they belonged. She even participated in some of these excursions herself which provided for some good exercise and amusing chaos in her life as things had perhaps gotten a little too easy for her right now. She got what she wanted and yet she yearned for more, for excitation and some new challenges still as she contemplated where she might get that and how. She drank some more wine and gave back her glass to Link who was still standing there, his delightful body on display for her to ogle as she placed a hand on his abs, then trailed it down to his crotch as she poked the protuberance that stretched his harem pants with a single finger, adding some very light pressure to it.
"Good boy~"
That simple line and her touch were enough for her cabin boy to tremble a little, his own penis twitching until a spot in his harem pants went on to appear, a sigh and a moan escaping his lips. It was so fun to see him reach climax like this, so enamored, hypnotized and enslaved to her will and sexy power that she could manage him that easily. Making him squirm and submit was such a nice thing to do and, in truth, it was perhaps the best and most priceless treasure she had gained from this venture in faraway lands. More than the lost hope of Hyrule's people, better than the satisfaction of her plans going right, that pretty boy and his absolutely enthralled mindset, lost in devotion, adoration and lust for her was the most excellent addition to her entourage that she could ever wish for. Still lost in his afterglow, Link just stood there, not minding that he was truly and completely the opposite of what he had once been: a pure and dedicated champion of the people. Now, he was just her toy and she snapped her fingers and pointed at her shoulders, an indicative that she wanted a massage. All of those sessions with him, those hypnotic moment of evil delight, made it so any contexts and specific gestures were linked to demands and commands for him to accomplish for her. If she was seated and needed a footrest, pointing at him and then down gave him the urge to make her feel more at ease. If she dropped some ale or wine on her body, two claps and he'd come running to clean her with his tongue. Now, though, she sighed as the hot water and those devoted hands of his on her shoulders made her feel relaxed and happy, indulging herself in pleasures of the simplest kind: that of dominance and power.
Despite this, there was still something missing as she craved for something more. While this feeling was pretty normal for her, or for anyone really, she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. She felt satisfaction when she herself went to get loot and saw the crushing expressions of defeat on those peasant's face. She was pleasured whenever she felt like it by the adoring Link. She could assert dominance to the queen by reinforcing her hypnosis. She was rich beyond her dreams, had expanded her business...and yet it felt as if she had peaked and that nothing more could bring her higher bliss. Perhaps it was due to all those times back when that half-genie girl had defeated her which caused her to self-sabotage her thoughts like this as she adjusted her position in her bath as the water rippled and her breasts popped up from below the surface. Looking up, she could see that Link was transfixed upon them and she smirked, recalling how she had enslaved him back then, a crucial turning point in her life and her accomplishments. He had been so fiery and feisty, so determined to stop her and looking at him now perhaps no one would believe it as he was just a good little slave to her.
She allowed herself to revisit this experience as she remembered how he had been tied and chained up, how she had been openly flirting with him as even though he despised her his own lust betrayed him thoroughly. He had witnessed her true beauty and appeal at first glance, shy and embarrassed and yet self-indulgent with his stares...an approach which doomed him in the end. As she went on to relive memories of his first induction, her hand began to roam lower as she teased herself, played with her crotch as the vision of her hypno-bra swirling with red and yellow, her dance which she had learned through careful observation of her enemy (which she now used to enslave others, a wicked delight) and her words breaking him down. The light of his defiance growing dim, extinguished and replaced by appreciation, then adoration and submission, those red and yellow swirls in his own eyes had been so amazing to behold. Her own hand went on to go at it faster as Link's own were still devoted to her shoulders which only made the moment more intense for her. She sighed and arched her back slightly, making the water ripple some more as her nostalgia and daydream turned for the better while she pictured anew how this had gone on. Each swirls had drained him of his intelligence, his own motivations and replaced it with subservience and an empty mind waiting to be filled with whatever Risky could tell him at the time. She felt his own willpower get absorbed in her bra in the final moments as the sweet energy gave way to the biggest smile she ever showcased, his own bliss perhaps outmatched by hers back then. He had been so susceptible, so vulnerable to her hypnotic influence that to see the champion of Hyrule fall for her had been the greatest achievement of her conquest of this pitiful land. Recalling in details the moment Link had surrendered, she penetrated herself with two fingers and then came, the sole thought of her complete and overwhelming dominance over him being good enough to give her a potent climax right here and then.
She sighed again, removing her fingers as she snapped her fingers twice, prompting for Link to remove his hands and go get her a towel. The strength of character and his desire to see her pay for her crimes were all but gone now, the champion of Hyrule turning into her own servant, into whatever she wished to see out of him. He had abandoned his former self, turned into this enslaved and completely devoted servant of hers, programmed and conditioned to a state in which he basically wished for nothing more than to please her, no matter how he could do it and what she told him to do. His mind, body and soul belonged to her and she made sure that he knew that with commands, suggestions and of course the reward of serving her, receiving climaxes and peeks at her sumptuous form. As she rose up and got her towel handed to her, she wrapped it up around her naked form and began to think about what she would give to go through it all again, to start afresh and take Link for herself anew as if it was the first time. This had been so exciting and satisfying and it would make her day that much more fun...Until she found out that she actually could. She was a pirate, not some stupid damsel or a peasant, the Queen of the Seven Seas in fact. She did not need to give anything to get what she want, far from it. What she wanted, she took and thus it was a wicked glee that a smirk arose on her face as she turned to Link, still waiting near her bathtub, and knew that she could actually go on and do it all over again...perhaps even better than the first time too.
"I want you to clean yourself up and get some new pants, my slave," Risky told him, beginning to get slightly aroused and eager for what she had in mind as she saw Link get naked and in the tub, the one in which her own juices and honey were still mixed with the hot water and foam. This imagery being simply exquisite, she nonetheless turned around to prepare some effects as she went to the same spot in which Link had been first kept restrained and prepared chains, attaching them to the ceiling and making sure they would be steady and at the right height. With the sound of Link removing himself from the water, drying himself up and putting on his vestments back, complete with a fresh set of those sublime harem pants, she then went on to motion for him to come closer with a single finger. "We are going to play a game, you and I~"
As Link went on to get closer, she then pressed her hand on his chest and then ran her fingers upward to his chin, grabbing it as she smiled sultrily, enjoying the buildup to what she had planned as she then went on to push on his shoulders to send him down on his knees. Essentially a puppet now, she then went on to motion for him to lift his arms for easier access to his body, another careful instruction implanted in him as her evenings had been often occupied by her imagining ways for him to be more serviable and pliant. As his hands were up, she then chained his wrists tightly, ensuring he couldn't escape as his arms would now be stuck in this position, which made her chuckle as she was beginning to project how things would go from there. Taking a good glance at his superb body, she saw that he too was catching a few peeks at her, her long legs and her cleavage on full display due to her towel as she allowed him to look all he wanted while she strutted behind a changing screen to get herself ready. "Wait for your mistress and I'll explain the rules to you soon, my dearest toy~"
Dropping the towel, she then went on to attach her hair and then bundle it up under her red and white bandanna, doing so skillfully due to years of practice at concealing her rather lengthy hair. She put on her purple harem pants, the puffy end stopping just above her ankles for ease of movement. High-heeled boots to make sure her butt and boobs would be fully accentuated, her own body being perhaps as deadly a weapon as her cutlass or her pistols. Then, she went with the "pièce-de-résistance" as she picked up her skull-motif top, the one which held enchantments stolen from the Hypno Baron himself as she covered her chest with it. She wore it often, yet this time it felt almost solemn in a way as she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw Risky Boots, hypnotic mistress, the mesmerizing and sexy Queen of the Seven Seas, the one capable of enslaving champions and paragons of virtue with her body and sublime sways, with her words of corruption and seduction. She was very much looking forward to this and as she went away from the changing screen and back to where Link could see her, she could tell that he held the same anticipation for this event too, which made her chuckle in wicked amusement. Then, she got closer and placed her breasts quite close to his face, approaching them so that they would dominate his vision. She did not need to tell him to look, his half-conscious choices and his subconscious made it so he yearned for them with a passion, his eyes already glued to those magnificent orbs of hers.
She tantalized him a little, getting exquisitely close to his face before she went on to smother him very lightly, brushing her top on his face to arouse him completely, prolonging the buildup to something which could prove to be magnificent as she could feel his warmth even with her top acting as a buffer. He was volcanic, completely smitten and in hypnotic bliss just due to her touch and the idea of her breasts as she laughed heartily, appreciative of this spectacle even before the true fun would begin. However, she was never quite the most patient person, even when it was due to her own plans and thus she went on to activate the spirals due to the smallest effort from her mind and will. However, instead of the usual approach she had to implant more triggers, perceptions and suggestions inside his pliable and eager mind she instead spun the spirals outward rather than inward. Rather than retracting, sucking everything in, they were expanding and releasing all that they seemed to conceptually hold as Risky moved her breasts away from Link's face in order for him to truly start staring. "Gaze upon the spirals, my slave..." she said with a honeyed voice, a sultry tone which could possibly melt down his heart in but a few seconds and yet what she wanted was not to render him asleep, but instead wake him up. "I want you to look deeply into the spiral...and that you remember absolutely everything before you became my loving and caring slave~"
He looked at her chest, a regular occurrence, in such a way as he obeyed like he always did, yet Risky could almost feel what she had stolen from him being rejected by her magic and hypnotic bra, the spirals still flowing out instead of in as she took control of the situation completely. There was a slight struggle which could be identified on his face, as if memories came flooding in and yet he did not want them, his trance and subservience making him happy. The fact that he was fighting to stay out-of-control of his actions was quite a sight and an amusing thought, yet Risky would not be denied anything and she could see that he was still also fighting to obey her command, a side which was clearly winning as his eyes went on to turn into spirals of red and yellow just like every single time in the past few months. His eyes were filling with those two colors as she went on to bounce her breasts a little by using her hands, making sure he'd be even more helpless by their influence on his needy mind.
"You will start to remember how it felt like to be a hero, to have a grand purpose...That you are the champion of Hyrule, the defender of the oppressed, a grand warrior who protects the innocents, for Hyrule and all its people," Risky went on to say, her voice becoming much thicker in its sensuality, making all of it sound like the best deal in all the lands and seas as she swayed her breasts from left to right, letting them bounce in order to accentuate the effect of her chest on his vulnerable and suggestible brain. "You are a champion, a true man with a purpose, with fate resting on your shoulders and destiny riding alongside you as you remember everything~"
The spirals in his eyes were flowing outward much like her top did. His slack jaw went on to get slightly more tense as his relaxed expression began to turn into something a little more reserved, his foolish stance turning into something almost respectable even. The influence of the hypno-bra, of Risky's words went on to truly make him regain some, almost the entirety, of what he had lost. Yes, he did recall waking up from 100 years of slumbers, his quest for the Master Sword, Calamity Ganon, the devastated Hyrule and the adventure he had to regain everything and save the land that he loved. The spirals diminished in size, turning into pinpricks as it seemed like he was being restored to a level of intelligence and awareness that he hadn't possessed in a very long time...But Risky was just starting...
"Yes, recall your queen, the one you fought for and loved, the green fields of Hyrule, your sense of belonging and duty to it all..." Risky said, feeling as if she was expelling her hold over him entirely, the almost thick energy of her dominating sway over his entire self being gone from her bra as it kept on spinning outward, doing so rapidly now as if to overwhelm the enslaved mindset with more willpower and normalcy. "But most of all, more importantly...You shall keep your deep and absolute attraction to me intact. I am still the most striking, most beautiful, the sexiest woman you have ever seen...And now...Wake up~"
SNAP!
She stepped back and ceased the spiral-effect on her bra as she looked at his reaction, at how everything evolved within his mind as the outward red and yellow inside his eyes were still getting smaller and smaller. Eventually, they were gone as the flicker of intelligence, of conscious thought began to reappear within his own gaze as he was beginning to regain tension in his arms, chest and legs, his energy returning while his relaxed stance was going away. He was, for the most part, returned to the state he had been before all of these particularly fun moments of deconstruction and rebuilding of his own personality and preferences, albeit this was an illusion which Risky had control of in a sense. All of this was but buried so deeply within his subconscious and she merely dug it back up, refreshing it a little if only for Link to appear like his "true" self. He was still very much her slave, her toy and property, yet the most important part of this was that he was not aware of that...and she was.
Link shook his head, not quite certain of what had happened or where he was as he felt slightly disoriented, groggy even. Had he been drugged or perhaps made to consume too much alcohol? He had no idea, his memories being hazy as the last thing he recalled was being summoned to take care of a pirate which had made the numerous ports and coast towns into her own targets. He had gone there and...what happened? He tried to make sense of things and he went on to move his arms and yet they were chained up, making it so he wasn't free to move just about anywhere. Before trying to do anything rash, he looked around to see if there were any dangers or anything to help him get out of there as he saw a huge pile of treasure, from large stashes of simple green and blue rupees, his Sheikah Slate and even his Master Sword laying down among other things as if their true cultural and historical value was not even understood. His own tools were definitely not there for grabs as he looked down on what he had on him...and noticed that his outfit had changed considerably. Gone was his champions' tunic, his chainmail, his pants and his boots, replaced by something that seemed more akin to that Gerudo outfit he had stored in his slate. Actually, the ensemble he wore to pass as a woman, a vai in Gerudo terms, was actually more modest than what he had on him as he had an open vest revealing his chest and abdomen, harem pants, curved slippers...and nothing else. Green and gold, as he became rather self-conscious, wondering just who exactly had changed him to an outfit which seemed more fitting to that of a belly dancer or slave rather than one Hyrule's champion ought to be wearing. Having not noticed anyone actually watching over him, he got up and tried to walk over that pile of loot for the Sheikah Slate, all of his gear being inside it along with technology which might make it easier to escape. However, a sound went on to catch his attention, one which came from right behind him.
"Ahem..."
He turned quickly, surprised that he hadn't realized that there was indeed a guard and the moment he laid eyes on her...she took his breath away. Here was a woman, her skin pale with hints of lavender to her complexion, her hair hidden by a bandanna atop her head, sporting a skull-motif top, long purple harem pants and high heels with most of her skin completely bare for him to see. The smirk on her face, the fact that she was watching over him made it rather obvious that she was not entirely a saint, perhaps even his jailer, yet his eyes could not help but dart everywhere on her body. Her smooth belly and her curvaceous hips, generous and soft-looking along with that deep and round navel of her, the promising midriff she revealed to his eyes making his heart thump a little faster. Her breasts caught in an intimidating package with her skull bra, yet their roundness, their generous size and the cleavage on display made it so that problem was easily swayed aside. Her outfit, those purple harem pants, the way her shoulders and her neckline was on full display, her tender and yet firm skin making him almost drool and yet the most noticeable trait was her sheer confidence. Her eyes, her mischievous smile, her stance as she stood above him as the chains kept him down somehow made it so she left quite an impression with but a glance as Link did not know how to react, what to say and where he should begin...yet he knew who she was almost by pure instinct. There was no mistaking it as the name of the woman who stood before him echoed through his head and escaped from his own lips.
"Risky Boots..."
"So you already know my name? Why, I must be famous then~" Risky said, replying to his mention as she chuckled a bit. She enjoyed the visible confusion on his face, the slight arousal on his face accompanying these sentiments as he most assuredly did not know anything. The more vivid reactions, when compared to Link's own trance state in the past, made this rather fun to witness as she walked a little closer to his position. She could see his gaze still glued to her body although his eyes tried to dart away, failing at this simple attempt of averting his gaze. "But now you're at my mercy, a captive of the captain of this vessel...So what will you do...Hero?"
How did he actually get here? Why was he dressed like this? From what she told he was aboard her ship, captured and by the looks of it at her mercy. He was dressed like some harem boy, almost like a slave by the looks of it and it seemed to match some thematic she had over parts of her outfit. Still, he needed to fight back, or at least not give in to whatever she would try. "I'll find a way to escape. Mark my words."
"Hmmmm...Those words would be much more convincing if you weren't looking so intently at my body with such a heavy blush on your face..." Risky went on to say, laughing as she went on to tease him just a bit, taking a sexy little pose as she placed one hand on her hip and lifted one arm above, placing her other hand behind her head. "And if you didn't have such a hard-on while having possibly very dirty fantasies about your captor~"
He looked down and he did realize by now that his penis was not just erect, but almost painfully so. Link couldn't quite tell how he did not realize this prior, yet there was a huge tent under these harem pants, a very obvious one as he almost felt his manhood throb due to arousal. He looked at her anew and felt that this was a bad idea as his eyes wandered to those hips, to her navel and to her triumphant smirk and he felt his heartbeat go slightly faster again. What was happening to him?
"I can't really blame you, though, as I am indeed known for my divine beauty," Risky told, not entirely exaggerating the truth as she did have some reputation for her looks in many ports, though it was also matched by her known cruel streak. "You're not so bad-looking yourself, though. In these clothes, in this particular position, on your knees, you look very pretty. Those muscles of yours are a delight to my eyes as well, little hero~"
She was teasing him and part of him felt hotter, more bothered in many ways as he couldn't quite tell what she was trying to do. Humiliate him? Seduce him? Both? Something told Link that he had to resist against something, a particular skill she possessed which might make it so he'd never ever leave this place. It was a faint sensation, more of an instinct that full-on knowledge, a gut feeling if you will that this Risky Boots might try something that he needed to be on the lookout for...But what?
"I do wonder how your queen might react to seeing this situation, this...Zelda..." Risky began to say, taking a good pause to let all that she said sink in as the absolute hesitation, confusion and the attempts of Link to try to piece out this mystery were downright incredible in terms of entertainment. He was trying so hard, yet he most certainly did not know that the game was rigged, that she was making the rules and that he had no say in the matter. "Your penis completely swollen at the sight of me, your eyes always gazing at my curves and my assets, your face entirely red...It almost makes me wonder if you didn't want to be captured by me, if you just let this happen to you~"
This was too much for him as he tried to go toward her, yet the length of those chains had been carefully planned as he only rattled them without so much of any progress being made. This made him angry, especially that part about Zelda...but his fury was indeed made less convincing by the fact that he was still very much ogling her with an absolutely raging hard-on between his legs as she was as beautiful as she was terrible...and she was terrible indeed.
"You should relax, champion, "Risky said with a laugh, the fire in his eyes and in his pants told her of Link's inner conflict that she brought back to the surface as she smiled in mischief. "I'm not letting you go until you show proper respect to me, the Queen of the Seven Seas..."
This title...this demand...It seemed familiar to him, as if he had heard them before. It couldn't be the case, though, as this was the first time he met her and saw what she looked like. Then again, he did know her name and his mind was still trying to hint at something, that something dangerous would soon happen and that he needed to flee as quickly as he could. He needed to do everything in his power to just escape away from her...And yet he still did not know what was so threatening and dangerous that his mind would almost scream at him. And then...she started swaying her hips. Instead of that pose and her neutral stance, this time she went on to openly tease him as she moved her hips back and forth, going from left to right and so forth, creating a slow cycle. This caused for her hips to be emphasized and for her midriff to stretch out a little, her belly flesh taut and her navel seemingly more tantalizing to his eyes. He knew not why she was doing this, yet his constant gazing felt a little more justified as he looked at her, curious but also definitely aroused.
"Hmmm...Could you be interested in me doing this?" Risky asked, aware of the true answer and yet playing dumb as this little scenario of her own making was starting to get better even though it was very good so far. She moved her hips like a pendulum, steadily and without cease as her stance was firm while her hips bumped the air softly, making for a wide arc as she saw that his eyes were almost connected to these motions, his head swaying in the same way as those hips of her. "I certainly have no objection to you watching~"
This was dangerous and he should stop watching. He should look away, close his eyes, anything but openly stare and follow as the voice within his head demanded that he do all of those things or at least one of them...But Link didn't listen. There was an odd sense of deja vu to this, as if this has happened before, but that train of thought, his constant questions began to dimmer down as instead he just watched that sumptuous belly, her light lavender skin definitely being even more attractive as it looked so smooth and soft, yet a slight musculature could be found in there as well. He observed and found complexities in this beauty, making Risky look gorgeous even though she was an evil pirate, a conflict which he couldn't quite confront so far as he was enjoying this as his penis twitched almost as if it knew what was truly going on. Then, without warning, she twirled on the spot, a feat which was very impressive given that she was wearing heels, then came back in her initial position which made something appear...
The colors.
Her top had changed a little as the eyes in that skull-motif bra she wore, the actual part covering her breasts, were no longer just purple but instead filled with two swirls cooperating to form a spiral...Red and yellow. They spun around lazily, slowly, seemingly bright as they seemed to light up the place a little which prompted for Link to look at them, his gaze pulled in. He had no idea what they were, what they did or why they appeared and yet they looked fascinating to him. The voices told him something, yet it was a vague sensation of threats and catastrophe which were easily brought lower by those spirals which highlighted her chest while she continued to dance.
"You like what I'm doing, aren't you? You just can't look away..." Risky told him, suggesting already what was happening and how he felt about it as she kept herself from laughing, hoping instead to seduce and mesmerize him thoroughly at first as the true fun would begin. Already she could eye his crotch as it was slightly wet, precum leaking as his body knew exactly what was about to happen, looking forward to it while his mind was still reeling, still somehow caught in the illusion that he wasn't already entirely hers. She switched her sways for bumps, moving one hip up and the other down before doing the opposite, going for a slow pattern to match the pace of her spirals. "I've seen you check out my belly, my navel and my breasts...And I don't mind. Stare all you want, little hero~"
Her approval and consent somehow lured him even further as Link felt as if his senses were pulled in by that generous and gorgeous chest of hers while her dancing shook his mind in all sorts of direction. Each little variants of up and down with her sublime hips seemed to almost strike at his own self, yet gently and sexily. He reluctantly stared at her prior to the spirals, yet now that they were here he just couldn't help himself. The red and yellow were so simple, yet so appealing...much like Risky was in a sense as even though her felt a light pang of shame he just looked more and more despite himself.
"Yes, that's it. You know you find me attractive, your body being entirely honest about your sentiments and your lust...So just indulge~" Risky said, seeing him start to grow just slightly more limp as his penis responded to her words, twitching slightly as if nodding in agreement. It was a funny sight as his eyes began to grow a little hazy, a struggle being apparent and yet it was one that he was losing as per her intent. The thrill here wasn't that he could win, but that he'd try and fail miserably as the spirals would drain him of his intelligence and willpower with each passing moments. "You know it would be best to get on my good side for now and I want you to watch...So do as I say and enjoy yourself~"
It was hard not to be pleased by this as Link saw that she changed her bumps for something different as her right up got up, then was pushed to the side while the other was pulled in instead, making her curves flow like water. She did the opposite, creating some kind of loop with her other hip as her belly was still the focal point of this performance as he found it to be almost on par with those magnificent colors. He knew he should look away, that going on to do as she said and to appreciate his captor's actions was bad, but he couldn't help but grow to like this more and more as she told the truth somehow. If he was to escape someday there was no sense in just being defiant all the time for the sake of his pride. If she was dancing and they were both enjoying it, then it couldn't hurt to just gaze at those lovely hips, at this divine belly, at this delicious navels and at these pretty colors.
"The more you stare and listen to my voice, the easier it is to calm down and to feel good, doesn't it? It makes just more sense to not fight it for the moment and just watch my sexy body dance for your eyes only," Risky went on to say, going for stronger suggestions as her mayas were kept ongoing, her moves tortuously slow in order to really hook him in as the slightest hint of a smile crept up on Link's face, his defenses crumbling in a way that did feel satisfactory...but the best was still yet to come. "You just want to focus on it, on me, on my voice and do nothing else. The chains are just too strong and it's too pleasant to stay where you are like a good boy as you stare at my beautiful dance~"
He felt slightly dazed as while she talked his penis twitched and he felt it each time. His own body agreed with what she said as he felt a burning need within his loins. He felt as if he were on fire, yet listening to her and checking out those moves...that beautiful stretched belly flesh...Those wide hips...and those superb breasts filled with spirals made it so he could contain himself. Her voice was the only thing of note he could hear, the faint creaking sounds of the ship having disappeared a long time ago without him being truly aware of it.
"You look at me so lovingly, so passionately as I know you're loving these spirals of mine, the red and yellow captivating you completely just like my dance does~" Risky said, going for a more direct assault on his senses with a potent suggestion as she went on to stop her mayas and went on to undulate her belly and her chest in tandem, creating a slow and sensual wave with her upper body. This made it so she presented the two assets she used to mesmerize and enslave him as it had been minutes now and she knew he'd be very, very close to submitting...and yet she wanted to keep this going. "Look at my irresistible spirals, let the red and yellow fill your mind. It's obvious that you're adoring my dance and my chest and I don't mind continuing for someone as appreciative as you...So just stop trying to resist and surrender to those desires instead~"
Those words unlocked something within Link as he just dazedly went on to fix his gaze on her while everything else dulled away. The cabin, his surroundings, even the feel of his chains against his wrists seemed insignificant as he began to drool slightly, his lips curved into a thin smile as intelligence was being slowly drained from his traits. His will, his sense of self, were trying desperately to fight back, to make him see reason and yet it was easy to dismiss it all when the spirals were so pretty, so fulfilling in so many ways while his body responded in kind, his penis twitching still, leaking precum copiously.
"I bet your queen, this Zelda, never treated you to something like this. This pure damsel that you serve would never perform for you like this as I'm sure you're getting mightily tempted by myself, the Queen of the Seven Seas~" Risky said, going on to tear down Zelda's role in Link's mind almost like an afterthought, forgoing the fact that the queen was her dutiful and adoring slave already. She smirked, her belly rolls emphasized to the front as she opted to change her angle of presentation a bit, looking down on Link while he looked up at her. "Instead of even thinking about Zelda, you should just watch me and look at my dance. It's what we both want and there's no reason to resist this temptation...is there?"
There really wasn't as Link felt almost as if he was lost and then found as all of those waves on her abdomen seemed to pull him in, reeling his body and mind toward her. Unbeknownst to him, she had already started to walk closer to his position, yet he was unaware of it and thus it made her influence seem to grow as he drooled a little more. Her spirals went faster as her belly rolls began to get more intricate, one undulation followed by two more as he felt overwhelmed slightly while she stopped being steady and easy to predict with her moves. By now, Link couldn't help but feel addicted to this performance as his body was swaying in a limp fashion, his strength fading away much like his own will. He knew that he was an enemy, that he ought to fight back or deny her pleasure...But she spoke truly in that they were both clearly enjoying this. He knew he was and she made sense which was a scary thought, yet one which was easy to discard as those rolls seemed to scrub away everything unneeded for him to have a pleasant and sexy time...Albeit part of him still fought dearly for something. This made his confusion all the more a struggle to be dealt with, the ambiguity too much for him to handle.
"I can see you're having a tough time letting yourself be happy, as if the weight of the world rests on your shoulders. You feel that you shouldn't indulge yourself...That I'm not an ally or even a person you should listen to...Yet you want to anyway, yes?" Risky said, knowing well-enough how the hero-types thought and how Link proved to be the first time around as she chuckled softly, knowing full-well what the solution to this problem was. "I know just what will solve this issue for you...You have to stop thinking entirely~"
It sounded sordid, completely delusional and yet Risky had been right in his appreciation and her generosity was rather admirable in some ways. Link believed in some token good will from the Queen of the Seven Seas by now, unaware of the true intents and effects this all had as her belly rolls went on to get switched by some more bumps coming from her waistline and hips. However, she did two bumps on one side and then one on the other side before resuming anew with each slow steps, creating yet another cycle for Link to latch onto as it seemed like his mind, and his own waist, was shaking along with her hips.
"If you just stop being deep, or even lightly, in your thoughts then things will become much easier. No guilt, no remorse, just pure fun and pleasure. You want it so bad after all, I can see it in your body that you're being driven mad with desire over it..." Risky suggested, taking very slow steps forward while her hips seemed to be faster as she did those three-quarters shimmies. She got closer and the spirals matched the faster pace of her motions as she saw the struggle in Link's eyes as it diminished, his own "reason" beginning to see the logic in what she told. "It's becoming so hard to think after all and it's much easier to focus on my body, on the spirals and on my voice. It's what you truly want to do and I've been so nice to you that it wouldn't really be silly to just let me think for you instead~"
Yes, he wanted to indulge, this strong sentiment dominating everything else as his mind was getting clearer and clearer. She was speaking truth, like she always did, and it became easier to just follow her advice as his head nodded in agreement, doing so lately and in an erratic way, yet the message was clear that he was agreeing as the voice within began to get faint, barely registering as whispers while his feelings of "fight or flight" went away in favor of discarding the idea that he was in danger in the first place. His mind emptying, his thoughts beginning to center solely around Risky Boots, he felt a relief course through him as he was surrendering himself to those sensations, to this delight that this Queen of a vaster domain than Zelda, the Seven Seas, had been so kind and generous with him.
"Yes, just stare at the spirals and let it drain away everything that is not needed. Let me go on and do all the thinking from now on..." Risky said, her three-quarter shimmies turning into actual shimmies now as she got much closer, standing tall over him as he had to move his neck to catch sight of everything he wanted to continue gazing upon. She then went for some hip circles, moving her waist and hips to the side, then to the back, to the other side and then to the front as her belly moved inches away from his own face, specifically his lips as she openly tantalized him thoroughly. "My dance, my voice, the spirals...they're all the same in that you want to watch them forever and your thoughts are going away to let you do just that. You'll be much happier if you stop thinking entirely and as I spin around and around...they're all going away...Leaving you content and completely addicted, little hero~"
She made so much sense and the more he accepted that, the more his mind was willing to go along with it. His actual decisions, choices, questions and hesitation merely dissipated, replaced by an empty landscape replacing his thoughts as he grew mindless and complacent. All he could feel was the need to watch and listen more while his body responded in kind, his penis twitching madly as he felt hot, bothered, aroused and downright seduced by the sumptuous Risky Boots. Link had forgotten about his need not to give in, the voices made silent as the only one worth listening to anyway was hers. Then, the dance stopped as she bent over and went on to approach her face close to his and kissed him deeply, their lips meeting while her tongue went on to penetrate his mouth, letting her savor his taste eagerly. One of her hand, meanwhile, went for his crotch and grabbed it, her nimble fingers playfully squeezing his manhood as Link could not take it anymore as he trembled and then shot his load directly. One shot...then another...and a third one followed as strings of his cum went on to soil his harem pants, leaving a wet spot which actually went on to slightly stick to Risky's hand. Then she broke the kiss, felt the gooey liquid on his hand and smirked in a wicked manner before washing it on Link's own abs, a symbol of how far he had fallen. By now, Link's eyes had glazed over entirely and his thin smile had grown slack as he was lost in a trance, as if his own mind had erupted straight from his crotch right on the spot.
"This must have felt so nice...But I'm not done with you yet," Risky went on to say as she got up again and went on to sway her hips once more, yet this time doing so slowly and methodically, opting for a different approach which was closer to when she began this whole induction. She went with a back and forth approach, the pendulum approach taken yet again yet this time she added a supple sway forward each time she switched from right to left and so forth. This put an emphasis and an easier focus on her belly as the spirals were still ongoing, their pace rapid yet not so much as to destroy the potential of her own dance. "You must be wondering what's happening to you right now, what makes it so you're feeling so much pleasure, yes?"
This question popped within his mind as it was now her play-field, her fertile landscape in which she could do close to everything she wanted as Link was essentially caught inside a deep trance, the afterglow of that intense climax messing with him just as much as her seduction did. He half-felt his body now, the chains letting him stay still as his own muscles were limp and relaxed, perhaps just as peaceful as his own brain was. It was so easy to listen to her that it became a reflex to just let it all sink in without any questions being asked but her own.
"You're feeling good, ecstatic even, because you're being hypnotized. You've fallen under my power, into my sexy sway and deep control and there isn't anything you can do about it~" Risky said, her own voice filled with a certain delight as this did feel like the first time she had thoroughly enthralled him, yet the context was different enough for this to be just as thrilling to her anyway. "You've basically thrown yourself away at me, letting me enslave you to my will...You have no power, no control over what is happening and thus I can do whatever I want with you...And you're actually enjoying it~"
Hypnosis was not something he was entirely familiar with, yet its mention made Link feel hyper-aware enough to know that it made him shiver in anticipation as it felt nice to hear it. The basics of putting someone deep under and taking control of them was there and he certainly did feel that he was at her mercy in some way as he looked at those swaying hips and he could certainly see how they'd be mesmerizing, how they'd put him into a trance much like those spirals would.
"You've been watching me dance and sway those hips back and forth...back and forth...back...and...forth...for a long while and you haven't even realized it~" Risky went on to say, going for something rather mean-spirited in its approach, which meant that she loved it as she returned to the same loop again and again, going left, then upfront, then right, going for one half of a hip circle to really push the idea that he had been eyeing her for too long and that he was indeed quite hypnotized. "But then again it's easy to lose track of time when you're quite into what is happening...It's just natural that you'd end up being completely drained of your will due to your own enthusiasm~"
It was logical and actually fascinating as the more she talked, the more he realized this was true. With his limited thinking capacities and his newfound tendencies to give credence to what she spoke of, Link truly couldn't tell for how long he had been looking at her dance. It felt it hadn't been long, then again he was hypnotized and the more she went on to sway her hips, the more he felt she was right. Each little loop, the continuation of this cycle, weighted down on his mind as it added more truth to what Risky told. It made sense and he had been enjoying himself greatly, the stain in his harem pants being a proof of that.
"Left and right...Left and right...You just can't get enough as those spirals drain away everything..." Risky went on to say, adding a twist to her cycle as she pushed her hip forth and then swayed it to the side, going for figure-eights instead as she brought her arms up and placed them behind her head, letting the sole focus of this performance be on her hips, belly and chest as she looked down with wicked glee. "The spirals have thoroughly hypnotized you because you love it, because you seek it out. The sensation of your will, of your intelligence and your spirit being drained has become addictive to you, making you feel drunk in a trance-like state of absolute bliss. You've been waiting for it to happen like the good little slave that you know you've always been~"
The silenced voice within his head could not tell him that he was no slave, that hypnosis was not something he should enjoy this much and that he was being tricked as instead all he could hear was Risky Boots. Her words were truth and he was indeed akin to a slave as he toiled away for others, protecting and serving Zelda's or even the populace with his efforts...Yet here he felt truly and absurdly good about it. The way she talked, revealed it all to him made this feel special, as if he was finally understood as his glazed eyes went on to reduce in size, his pupils and irises replaced slowly but surely by the same red and yellow spirals that occupied his brain and his gaze so efficiently.
"You love being unable to fight, to resist, being so occupied and thrown into bliss by my dance and my words. You love hypnosis perhaps as much as you loved my performance and the spirals...And we both know you adore those two things, don't we?" Risky told him, not minding how elated she sounded, how excited she was as her own eagerness to keep this ongoing was infectious as Link's slack-jawed look went on to turn into a wide grin, a silly smile which made the effects of her suggestions on his psyche known to her. She turned those figure-eights into belly rolls, pushing her belly forward the more often she could and then pulling it in swiftly, going for big and fast waves to pull his spirit in and push those little thoughts out while the spirals began to slightly gain in speed. "In and out...in and out...in and out...You're just caught in my sexy spell, completely at my mercy as my influence grows within you and you adore it. You're in love with hypnosis, with the fact that I am the one doing it~"
"Sexy...spell...love...hypnosis..." Link went on to say, his voice hollow and his words said slowly as if his body was trying to help his mind assimilate what was being said, what he experienced. The spirals in his eyes grew, encompassing all as his smile peaked, resulting in him getting all the more goofy-looking, his humiliating position registering as a good thing as he was living a true dream, a magnificent experience. It was easy to convince himself that he was indeed loving this as her voice echoed inside his empty brain, those rolls scrubbing over whatever was left in there as his erection went on to make itself known again, his manhood stiff and already twitching anew as the sheer thrill of hypnosis was perhaps just another source of lust and sexual stimuli for him at that point.
"Such a good obedient boy, indulging himself in this sweet, sweet hypnosis, letting go of everything as I claim it all to myself..." Risky said, going on to sway her hips again yet without breaking the belly rolls as her belly undulated while her hips stretched and curved. This was the final shot, she knew it, yet to see the look on his face, those spirals returning, meant that she was doing good, perhaps even better than the first time. She knew him, knew where to strike and how best to take advantage of it as she was greatly aroused by this too, especially at the sight of his renewed erection as she smirked devilishly upon this simple sight. "You're addicted to me, to hypnosis, to my voice...To my everything~"
"Good...obedient...sweet...hypnosis...letting...go..." Link continued, seeing nothing but Risky Boots and the spiral, everything in the background hazy before, yet now merging with the red and yellow as she was at the heart of it all. Everything twisted and turned, losing their definition in favor of those two warm colors spinning around as without the chain holding him he'd have long fallen on the ground, limp and weakened to an insane degree. "Addicted...hypnosis...voice...everything..."
"Yes, I can see you agree with what I say and that you're eager for more..." Risky said as she then kept the same motions ongoing, knowing full well that at this point she did not need to move too quickly for the third and final phase, the one she loved the most. She could wait just a little longer, if only to hear some more of his enthralled voice and his drone-like tone. "You've made the right choice to surrender to my hypnotic beauty, little hero. Truly, the best choice even~"
"Eager...more..." Link said, repeating what he could as her words were his thoughts as he slouched forward as much as he could, the spirals in his eyes matching those on her top perfectly in terms of speed. He wanted to be closer, to see more from Risky, to feed this newborn addiction to hypnosis as his body was almost in the way now due to how it blocked him from getting even nearer. "Surrender...hypnotic...beauty...best...choice..."
Hearing him say that made it so she couldn't wait any longer, her desire to move to the sweetest part too strong to resist the temptation as she went on to make it so her dance began to get slightly more intense. She went for shimmies with her hips, making them tremble while her belly jiggled as a result of this. She brought the spirals to their maximal speed with a single thought as now this was the moment when she'd overwhelm, overpower and reduce him to the smallest state of mind he could before rebuilding him completely from scratch yet again. "Since I've given you so much and that I'm the one who hypnotized you, then it means that I can do what I want with you given that you're hypnotized and loving it," Risky said, no longer going for suggestions and half-questions made to send doubt and ambiguity his way. Now, she wanted for him to go forth and become hers entirely, the downfall of his rebuilt mind going into overdrive just like her shimmying hips. "You feel absolutely nothing anymore about Hyrule, about Zelda and your duties as the champion of this worthless patch of land..."
He felt her words echo through his mind as the spirals in the background went on to spin faster, giving him a case of vertigo which could solely be helped through focusing on Risky Boots and her dance, yet even this felt somehow dizzying. Her hips were going so fast, trembling as the world and his senses trembled alongside it. All this trembling made him want to focus on the spirals instead, yet that didn't help as he was caught between a rock and a hard place, yet it was a very comfortable spot nonetheless. So much so that indeed he couldn't quite see how anyone else beside Risky could make it so, not even Zelda who, as he recalled, never did nor would she ever do something like this for him. This was hypnosis...He was hypnotized...and he was loving it.
"You feel only gratitude and love toward me for giving you this much pleasure, this much clarity. For giving you this dance, for showing you the spirals, you feel that you must repay me...by becoming my slave~" Risky commanded, her voice filled with a charisma, an authority that even she felt surprised by as she as much, perhaps even more into it than Link was. She changed her shimmies for twists, pushing her hips to the front and back in a rapid way, making her belly bend and twist while her navel was still almost immobile, an easy focal point for Link to concentrate upon. "You see me as a goddess, as someone you must worship...and you truly must. Picture yourself as my cabin boy, as my belonging, as my faithful toy...As your one and only Queen of the Seven Seas~"
Her words echoed once more and his own mind was wrapped around her sentences due to their absolute power. The spirals, the cabin, everything began to change and adapt as he could see his surroundings transform into something else entirely. He was an outsider, floating in the spiral space and yet he could see things as if he was there and not there all at once. He was on all four now, on his elbows and knees as Risky Boots had her feet planted on his back, sitting on a throne as she used him as a footrest. The throne was clearly that of Hyrule as she had placed her loot beside it as she chuckled while he could see himself smiling, spiral-eyed and happy about his position, a tent in his harem pants to provide further proof of that. Then, multiple versions of Risky approached him, appearing from nowhere as they spun their spirals for him to see, going on to caress him and polish him as if he were truly a footrest, whispering so many things that he began to himself repeat. "You are my goddess...I am your slave...You are the true queen, that of the seven seas...And I am your cabin boy..."
"Nothing else matters anymore but what I think, what I want," Risky continued, seeing a trail of drool escape from his lips while his penis twitched madly, the pleasure of his thrall-like state being clearly a lot for his body and mind to deal with...and yet she wanted to see more of things like these as she laughed heartily, cruelly even. "Your sole purpose is to please me, to obey every single commands. As my addicted hypnotic slave you crave to do so, no matter how depraved it is or how humiliating it might prove to be. You belong to me entirely~"
The scenario changed as a tall Risky Boots, one the size of a castle, appeared above as her massive breasts went on to fill the horizon as quick spirals spun around and around while the faint phantoms of her hips and belly seemed to cover everything else. Anywhere he looked he could see Risky and he felt small, insignificant...powerless even. And he loved it, falling on his knees as the spirals spun so fast they threatened to swallow him entirely, which they did. He fell in the red and yellow, going in circles until a hand picked him up from above, that of a shining goddess with a spiral of the same color around her navel, spreading rapidly on her belly as she rolled it. Her aura, her lavender skin...It was Risky Boots, yet it felt like her true form now, the mistress of the spirals and hypnosis. She spoke in a language that felt too pure for his mind to truly comprehend, yet the meaning was still clear as he repeated her words nevertheless. "You are superior to me...In every ways...I am but your lowly property...Waiting to be shaped by your words...Into whatever you see fit...And I'm looking forward to it..."
Hearing him say all of this was wonderful as he was actually even further enthralled and hypnotized than ever before. This experiment of pure nostalgia had given her great dividends as Risky opted to go for broke and went on to get much closer, stopping when her breasts were but inches away from his face as she spun the spirals as fast as they could go. "You've been so compliant that I will make sure you will get exactly what I want...which is conveniently what you want as well~" Risky said, her voice filled with sexuality and mischief as she pushed her breasts in his face to tantalize him for a few seconds before resuming what she was going for. "Now stare deeply into the spirals and let me take everything away from you. Your memories...your imagined self...your very soul...The spirals will take it all away to make sure you'll be your true self as my perfect and most devoted slave~"
It was like his dream, his fantasy where she drained him entirely inside the spirals, inside her breasts as Link could indeed feel himself being siphoned away, his mind truly emptying in ways that he could not fathom. Parts of him ought to be scared, yet his love for hypnosis, his devotion to his goddess and his raging erection made it so he was simply too adoring and blissful about this to properly care about what happened to himself. Soon, parts of his adventure were removed from his own memories, be it the fight against Calamity Ganon, his encounters with Kass, the other champions and any positive thoughts he could have about the land of Hyrule. To him, it was but a patch of dirt unworthy of his goddess now as it all went and spun out of him, absorbed by the great red and yellow, by the unique, magnificent and sublime Risky Boots, his goddess.
"Yes, give everything to me as you own nothing. Everything that you are, were and could be is mine to shape as I see fit...as is my right~" Risky said, swaying her breasts back and forth, letting them bounce and sometimes brush up on his face as she smirked, feeling the magic in her hypnotic top indeed suck everything in a hazy mist of red and yellow, one that was barely perceptible yet was there all the same. "Even your own name is mine, just like your identity...But fear not as you have one perfectly suited for you as my worshiper and tool, as my own champion~"
Yes...Everything prior had been but by her design. He had never been anything else but hers ever since he was born. That's all he was, her slave, and he could recall nothing else as everything once-important to him was drained away once more, those resurrected memories now entirely gone anew, making his trance and devotion all the stronger for it. He was her champion, one of obedience as he would follow her commands passionately, hoping to please her. Of greed as he would steal, take and give her everything to prove himself to her. Of oppression as he would fight and conquer all that she'd wish to take and claim, his skills after all were developed for the sole purpose of being her tool in this world. His enslaved state of mind returned yet with quite an upgrade as while the spirals drained everything away from him, his trance was so deep and so pleasurable that it never registered that his penis had been twitching madly and that he had reached climax time and time again, the mere concept of giving everything, of obeying, of indulging in hypnosis being enough to give him incredible sexual stimulation now, the likes of which he had never felt before.
Risky did not miss it, however, the stains in his pants spreading as his body trembled and yet his face registered none of it. It was an impossibly arousing sight, her dominance over him so complete that the mere thought of serving her was sending ecstasy in his crotch. It smelled of sex in her cabin, his own mess spreading odors which aroused her greatly as she chuckled and went on to play with her breasts a little, trying to get some stimulation for herself, yet she quickly recalled that she did have a slave for that as she smiled in an evil manner and then unchained Link, letting him drop to the ground. "On your knees, slave...For your obedience and compliance, for being a very faithful worshiper to your goddess...I shall reward you handsomely~" she said, her tone honeyed and yet cruel as she removed her hypnotic top, letting him see her bare breasts and nipples, the latter which were fully erect due to how into it she was getting. "Worship my chest. Suckle my breasts and nipples...Show your devotion and your love to them with your hands and tongue~"
Even without her top he could still see the spirals. They were imprinted in his mind, associated with her breasts as they hung freely, soft and bounciful as while he was on his knees, obeying that first command without even realizing it, he then rose up and placed his head between her breasts as her scent, the elasticity of those magnificent orbs of pure hypnotic prowess and his own adoration toward her made him melt on the spot. His hands shook as if he was about to commit sacrilege by touching her, yet her command was explicit and thus he went on to grab them tenderly, kneading them as he turned his head and lapped at those generous mounds. It was as if he was entrapped within two sets of spirals, tasting them even and the feeling on his tongue was more than he could take as it brought his trance to an even deeper level still.
"Good slave...Continue~" Risky said, praising him as she placed her hands over his and then pressed them, capturing his head in her squishy cleavage in order to overwhelm him. "But go harder, more passionate, with more energy...I want to be pleased and your role in life is to make sure I get everything I desire~"
The soft pressure on his head and her words ensured that he'd go almost berserk as his lips and his tongue acted almost on their own. He nuzzled into her chest, then licked profusely, coating her cleavage and those orbs of her with his saliva. His lips kissed and almost made out with her nipples, providing for some sweet trembling coming from Risky as she stiffled a moan right there and then. Link, however, never even heard it as his trance and worship made nothing matter much but the task at hand as he fondled her breasts, caressed them while her taste was simply absorbed by his subconscious as the most delectable thing he would ever get to place his lips and tongue upon.
"Go lower...Worship that belly which danced for you so well, bringing you under a deep trance of pure hypnosis for me~" Risky said as she gave him a gentle push and made it so he went on his knees in order to be better positioned for this task. "Show it the same passion as you did my breasts~"
He was lower, a good position to be when in front of the goddess, the Queen of the Seven Seas, as he saw her beautiful midriff, her abdomen and her luscious navel in front of his eyes. It brought forth vivid recalls of her dance, of those rolls, hip bumps, circles and everything she did that proved to be seductive and mesmerizing as his lips went on to do their work as he kissed her lower belly and then trailed his way up toward her navel with his tongue. Then, he made out with her deep and mind-numbing belly button, his tongue and lips caught in an energetic and blissful kiss which he was very much into.
"I want you to cum while you do it. Each time you do is a show of devotion, of reverence and pure adoration toward your goddess," Risky said, curious to see just how much control she could have over his orgasms now as he had done so multiple times this evening. Would he break, or would he continue unabashedly only to carry out her commands as efficiently as he was able? She had to find out. "Don't hold back and communicate to me how much I arouse, excite and completely enslaved you. Show me the proof of your submission as much as you can and want~"
His world was rocked right there as while his hands hung on to her hips, his own waist seemed to shake as his penis spurted out strings of cum, his climax reached because she demanded it so. It was her command which he had to obey and he would do so gladly as he further sullied his pants, the sight of the once-mighty champion now reduced to a cum-stained mess filled with hypnotic devotion being too great a sight for Risky...Yet all Link could do was continue the worship of her belly while he reached an explosive orgasm once more. His lips tasted her sweat, his tongue cleaned it all up as he was getting addicted to this almost as much as he was to hypnosis. Her soft flesh, undulating due to the pressure of his mouth, her scent, the pliable and sweet-looking lavender skin...It proved to be too much as he trembled and came once more as he was on the verge of falling unconscious by this point.
"You can stop cumming now...I have seen the true passion you have for me and I am pleased," Risky said as he still worshiped her belly, caught in the bliss of servitude and of her beauty as she felt that this might not go any further right now. It might be worth it to revisit this, to return his memories once more and perhaps each time they would be less and less until he'd truly be gone and replaced by nothing more than his status as her devoted slave. The thought excited her, yet now it was time for some true pleasure on her part as she had only climaxed once this evening and it was due to her own hand. It was time to remedy that. "You have reached climax multiple time in my company and due to my efforts...but now it is time to pay back tenfold what you goddess gave to you, cabin boy~"
She lowered her pants and pushed his head down, directing him toward her very wet and juice-coated pussy. She held him there, allowing him to smell the aroma of her arousal, letting him bask in it as she smirked. The scent of his goddess, of the one shaping up his reality, the one whose words were truth, whose charm was all-encompassing...It drove him crazy. He wanted to cum just by looking and smelling her lower lips, yet she did now wish him to for now as he salivated at the prospect of it.
"Lick there, cabin boy~"
And thus he went on to eat her out, giving her exactly what she wanted as all this buildup had been more than worth it. She was not the most patient of person, but she could certainly see the value in teasing and edging, even with herself. His lips and tongue carefully entertaining her lower lips and her inner folds, she used her hands on his shoulders to keep herself up as she smiled in ecstasy, biting her lips as he was exceptionally filled with energy right now, his slave self having returned with a vengeance and she was all up for it. He was now thoroughly enslaved anew and she had gotten her nostalgia trip that she wished to partake in, perhaps even more than she bargained too.
All in all, a very successful evening for the Queen of the Seven Seas.