A cabin boy's dream

Link woke up confused and fearful.

In his sleep, he dreamt of many things that made no sense to him, some kind of calamity in the form of a wild and dark beast, of many dangers that awaited him and wanted for him to perish, of loneliness and chaos. Those were all feelings that were hard to properly describe or explain, sensations that seemed both important and yet undesirable as he went out of his hammock, the comfortable makeshift bed that he had there nearby to the one of the one being he cherished above everything else, including his very own self: Risky Boots. Just thinking her name gave him clarity as well as visions of what he adored and worshiped about her, yet one quick glance told that it was still very early in the morning and the sound of her snoring indicated that she was still fast asleep, untroubled by such nightmarish visions.

With no intention to wake her up, as it would be an affront to her well-being to make demands due to his position, Link carefully got out of bed and used her Sheikah Slate to dress up, going for something that she loved seeing him in: a traditional harem boy outfit. A shawl on top of his head, a tight little tube top, translucent pantaloons, some sleeves...everything made tight and revealing for him to look his prettiest for when she'd wake up. He didn't, however, know quite what to do with himself as without his goddess, his queen, his mistress...he had no direction or purpose. As such, trying to make himself useful, he began to dust up some of the furniture and some of the treasures found in her own private stash, including this Master Sword she seemed so proud of for reasons that were far beyond him to understand. Doing so as quietly as possible, he then went to her clothes, ready to wash them as he looked at the mannequin wearing her own vestments and his eyes immediately fixated upon the two things he loved the most: the top and the midriff below it. The white and lifeless nature of the simulacrum of a person didn't do much save make him think of her, something he did effortlessly anyway, but the top in itself, with its skull eyes, fascinated him even more so. Just looking at it, even without the beautiful and hypnotic spirals, was enough to put him into a light trance, his own addiction to mindless bliss ensuring that his imagination would ever gravitate toward such concepts as loving his state as a submissive slave, giving everything to his mistress and adoring her constantly. Just looking at the mannequin wearing the clothes of the one he served was enough to give him a rather solid and rapidly-growing erection as he began to picture out past instances in which he had been thoroughly enthralled by the Queen of the Seven Seas, which were numerous indeed.

"You love to stare at the spiral...To be on your knees before me as I take everything from you...which is rightfully mine~"

He heard the echo of her voice in his head, vestige of sweet moments where she further established dominance as he went to his knees in reflex, the mere representation of Risky Boots sacred to him. He felt dazed, struck as his thoughts ever converged toward her, the reason for his existence, the one who gave him purpose and a role to play, who basked him in the privilege of direct servitude to her. All of this only excited him, making him breathe a little hard despite his mind going on to amplify this due to triggers, implants and his own addictive and intoxicating infatuation. However, as he looked and tried to get back to his own deeds, something magnificent and unexpected happened: the spirals appeared.

The red and yellow, never mixing, ever separate, with one side seemingly the opposite of the other in its presentation, illuminated their surroundings, basking the area with a certain brightness as his eyes fixated solely on them. They invaded every thoughts, gut feelings and instincts that he had, permeating them all in warm and glowing radiance. He sought them out, his desire to be hypnotized ever on the forefront of his mind as per his craving, but also her desires as he was told to seek it out, to ever be ready to fall into a deep trance. He could be powerless, helpless, mindless when with her...in fact, those were the best moments when all he could feel was his erect penis, his smile and her influence...and nothing else. His sight was ever preoccupied with her dancing, his ears with her words and his sense of smell and taste were ever imprinted with her midriff and her perfume, with her womanly aroma as he felt a whiff of her scent surround him while the taste of her navel began to pop on his tongue. His knees weakened, his muscles went limp as he accepted it all, letting himself go as the spirals grew and grew, spinning ever at the same pace and yet their power only increased with time, with each passing second.

"Let the spirals relax you...claim you...picture my dance as each sways only make me seem more powerful...sexier...even more hypnotic~"

A miracle occurred, Link's own perceptions being manipulated thoroughly as his own trance fueled itself, making it so the mannequin began to gain a slight purple glow and definition, with smooth and luscious skin, Risky's own smug and lovely face of dominance as it began to slowly move, its motions ethereal and sluggish yet soon defined as a pair of hands went on to lift and bounce those lovely breasts, making the spirals wave a bit as Link was further entranced. It could not be possible, a figment of his brain playing tricks on him...and yet she was a goddess, repeating her divine nature time and time again as Risky could possibly do this given what Link thought of her. Her own might was beyond reason and thus he accepted it in but a few seconds, any hesitation drained away by the red and yellow as he sighed in pure contentment, his penis straining against the fabric of his pantaloons, his arousal gaining its apex in terms of how conceptually pleasurable this was.

"Come closer...Really see me move...Obey me and crawl on all four while I perform with grace and sensuality...As I capture you in my hypnotic web~"

The mannequin did begin to sway those hips, phantom gestures superposed over an immobile form as Link's own obedience and eager mind conjured imagery, picturesque representations of his mistress and goddess as her midriff gained in definition, smooth muscle and elastic, youthful skin began to stretch and wobble just a bit as belly rolls pulled him in. Without being truly aware of it, his own craving to serve made him reach his arms forward as his vision got closer to the mannequin wearing such gorgeous vestments, which was then followed by his body as he crawled slowly, methodically.

"Let all thoughts and worries...All notions else than me and your role as my servant, as my toy, as my slave...Let them all go down where your feelings gather, where your pleasure is amassed, your anticipation, your eagerness...Into your manhood~"

He felt himself being drained in two places, his eyes ever projecting those swirls of red and yellow which spun infinitely, like tendrils who went closer and further away, spreading and yet also turning compact as his eyes reflected them. A smile formed on his face as whatever was in his brain was divided and sent toward those large breasts covered in the most exquisite of patterns...while the rest was being sent toward his penis as it twitched madly, as if filled by exactly what this resonating and whispering voice, that of Risky, told him. The small nightmare, echo of possibilities or perhaps his past, gathering down where it was drowned in the bliss of his submission, kept stimulated by the dance offered to him as Risky was both immobile and yet dancing, his own vision allowing for both as the spirals permeated everything else.

"Come even closer...My dance pulls you in, rendering you unable to disobey or disrespect me...You are a good boy, ever ready and eager to obey, to do as I say...So come closer and be even further hypnotized~"

Her praise, her encouragement meant the world to him and so even though he wasn't in control, lost in her seductive power, his body obeyed as he crawled on all four, acting more like a dog rather than the champion he once had been. Her presence felt larger now, inescapable as the aura she emanated, alongside her perfume, rendered him dizzy just like the spirals did. She towered over him, literally and figuratively as he couldn't help but picture this as completely right, as fitting while he saw those undulations go slow before then going very fast, a chaotic non-pattern emerging for him to lose himself to as the taste of her belly flesh flared upon his lips and tongue. He drooled, salivating at the prospect of worshiping that abdomen, the one which enslaved him so as less than a meter separated them now...And his penis leaked pre-cum copiously now, as if his bad thoughts, the undesirable elements were starting to leak, pushed away by joy and happiness in his role and situation. He was ever on edge, ready to burst at any moment and yet he knew that without her approval, without her command...it would be sacrilege and thus he held in the deliriously sweet torment in his crotch, eager to give it all away if she'd only but order it.

"All those sensations within are natural, as the closer you are to me, the more your mind collapse and try to wrap itself around my loveliness, my power, my sheer presence and charisma...Let it envelop you, cajole you into surrender~"

A phantom hip circle accompanied those sways and those undulations, multiple copies of Risky seemingly dancing on the same spot as multiple arms and midriffs swayed and pulled him in...yet all of their breasts compiled into a singular pair of spirals which he looked up at in their mind-melting qualities. He felt himself being built down, deconstructed and faint as the colors slithered on his mind and flesh like snakes, sensual and invasive, alien yet utterly desirable as he panted, moaned and sighed, his hips and waist trembling because of all the tension in his loins, his manhood begging silently for release, to give away tribute like the good cabin boy that he was. He needed this, yet he had no right to ask...only to accept what she would give, be it commands or the merest glimpse of attention.

"Your torment will end soon, sweet slave...Kiss my belly and then for each moment your lips will meet my supple flesh, for each lick to my navel you succumb to...You will climax and grant me something of yours that you feel is no longer needed...Now go ahead and obey~"

He went back to his knees solely, his hands shaking as he placed them on hips which were now immobile and he placed his lips on the area just between her navel and crotch, one her lower belly. It felt somewhat smooth yet cold...but it was definitely her scent and taste as the moment he did so he sullied his pants with strings after strings of his seed, moaning loudly and without shame as the afterglow of this singular action roared through his mind as he still envisioned the spirals despite her midriff being the object of his focus currently.

"Certainly one will not be enough...Kiss and worship my belly to your heart's content~"

His tongue trailed up and he then french-kissed her navel...which felt a little rigid and yet there was an echo to its warmth and its sensuality as he then climaxed again, all the pent-up desire coaxed out as his nightmare was long gone. His own visualization of whatever might be was offered, for there was no past to recall and no future without her as he sighed and breathed long and hard to make the most of his situation.

"Do it again~"

Her desires were orders, his duty being to see them realized as he kissed a little above her navel and yet again there was something odd about this, the squishy and soft texture not being present and yet this was definitely Risky's own abdomen which he loved so as he climaxed again, shattering his stance as he dropped further down, unable to stay in place as he was drained mentally and physically. His pants wet with his release, he basked in a mesmerizing afterglow as he was exhausted, though incredibly content as he tried to get himself back up, doing so slowly and tortuously.

"Now turn around and get closer to me~"

His body obeyed and he saw his mistress in her naked glory, smirking in the way which indicated that she was superior and that she knew, a confidence and charisma that went along very well with her intricate and divine beauty. How she came to be there and then naked in her bed, the sheets removed was a mystery...but not one that he'd try to solve as he got on the bed, crawling toward her once anew.

"For each orgasm I gave you...You shall give me two...Now worship me properly with your lips and tongue, cabin boy~"

Spreading her legs open, her wet core enticed him as Link rushed toward it, her feminine scent and her juices promising him the nectar of the gods, divine ambrosia as he plunged toward her, mindless and forgetting why he was up and how this came to be. For Risky, however, the whole situation had been building up differently as this had been a very amusing interruption of her slumber. Link had woken up, making some noise and thus stopping her much-needed rest...and then she saw him in awe before the mannequin with her clothes on. A mere exercise on her part, a theory tested and then proved as she managed to activate the spirals on her top without wearing them, establishing the deep link between what she wore and herself as to see him being hypnotized by a mere lifeless representation of hers was pure and wicked delight. If there was ever a doubt that he might ever return back to his senses, this whole situation killed it dead as she was secure in how she would be able to rein him in eternally if she so wished...For now, though, she had other cravings and the once-champion's tongue would see to them as they'd both feel quite exhausted much later on, granting them the rest they'd need... And perhaps they'd even do it some more in the bath afterward to clean out the gunk.

This promised to be a dreamy night for the both of them.