Fortune and Destiny in Hyrule
It was hard to move on ever since Midna was gone.
Link strolled in Castle Town's square, hit with a rather heavy dose of melancholy as his head was channeling old memories, bouts of nostalgia. It had been quite a tale that he lived, an epic quest of enormous proportions, with other realms, planes of existence, magic, battles and the destiny of Hyrule in his hands as well as those of his once-impish companion Midna. Dungeons, twists, hardships and many a great ordeals had formed him to become the hero that this land sorely needed, vanquishing Zant and Ganon so that there might just be a tomorrow and many further days for everyone. He had succeeded, yet as the sky turned to twilight due to the sun settling down, he couldn't help himself but miss Midna who always basked in his shadow. At first their relationship had been adversarial, somewhat forced and yet with time it became genuine trust and affection and as he glanced at the dark figure lurking under and behind him, his reflection on the ground clad in darkness, he hoped for her to emerge and tease him again...yet this would not happen. Walking on, he sat down as he checked out the Hylians building things back up, trying to move forward just like he did and yet they were doing a much better job than he was, which didn't help him in the slightest.
Business deals, construction, cleaning up debris, meeting new people...Everyone had lived through bizarre and uncertain times and would get stronger, yet not every ordeal was of similar nature and intensity. He tried to help rebuild himself, opting to continue to fight for Hyrule in his own way, yet as he met the princess and tried to perhaps get closer to her for various reasons, romantic interest being one of them, he found out that Zelda was perhaps a bit distant and cold, though certainly not lacking in appreciation. He had, after all, saved her life and he wielded the Master Sword, beared the Triforce of courage on his hand and had vanquished Ganon...but she seemed to handle the transition better than him as her own efforts were not on building a relationship or even friendship with him, but rather bring back Hyrule from what it had endured. He couldn't fault her for this, being royalty and carrying her duty admirably...But then he thought of perhaps going back to his village, returning to herding as he did before all of this. He could go there, meet Ilia again as he promised, yet going from an adventure to something menial like this seemed somehow...beneath him. Watching the twilight sky above him, he was prone to indecision, to doubt as he knew not what to do and where to go next, which was certainly quite a contrast to the excitement and urgency that he had to live with for weeks while travelling with Midna. Thinking of her made him realize that perhaps she could have stayed if they had been earnest with the feelings, with their desire, but it was too late now as he tried to stop feeling sorry for himself, opting to carry on like the rest of Hyrule. He got up yet as he did so he felt a slight pressure in his pocket, a small hand slipping through as his purse was stolen by a diminutive shadow figure who ran away as quickly as it came, heading to shadowy corners and hidden passageways. Cut off from his sad train of thought, Link rushed toward the thief, determined to regain his property.
As small as it was, the creature seemed to be made of literal shadow, dark as a cloudless night yet as small as a child. Thin arms, human-like shape, a red bandana and equally crimson pantaloons, it almost taunted him while it swiftly went from one narrow place to another. A commoner, merchant or even most of the guards might have had difficulties maintaining this pace while going through weird passages, yet Link was no ordinary Hylian as he kept the pace, even occasionally reaching very close until whatever this was moved in chaotic ways, taking sudden turns or jumping above obstacles. The chase went on, Link determined to end it by himself until they got out of Castle Town itself, the shadow-like being moving toward a spot away from the road as Link kept trailing it. If he had still access to his wolf form, to Midna's magic, this would have been long been over and yet Link couldn't quite change himself at will nowadays, nor ever, stuck in his normal shape. Going through a small forest, he then unfortunately lost the fiend's track, much to his dismay, yet as he looked around to get a clue as to its whereabouts and direction, some smoke could be seen at a distance, a nearby fire creating such a phenomenon as perhaps whoever was out there had spotted the weird creature...or was affiliated with it. With this being as good an initiative than any, Link headed toward the source of the smoke, hoping to get back his rupees somehow through this process.
Moving through some small foliage and moving branches, what greeted him was a small clearing in which a caravan could be found. No horses nearby, which meant that its owner possibly installed themselves there for a more permanent fixture, their fire crackling near the wooden structure as a pot of tea seemed to be boiling in a rather intense way. Near it, a young woman seemed to be waiting for him, Link finally noticing her as she tossed his fat purse in the air, then caught it back a few times to draw his gaze toward her. She wore a large purple cloak, some half of her face visible while the rest was either partially hidden in shadow or entirely covered by the piece of cloth itself. She smiled and chuckled upon his arrival, eyeing him as she used her other hand to beckon him to get closer with a single and slender finger. Cautious, Link crossed the distance, ready to perhaps do battle yet as the womanly figure uncloaked her face he saw part of her beauty which surprised him for a moment.
"Someone such as you should keep better hold of what is precious, I daresay," the woman said, her voice a bit playful, edging toward teasing in a way that reminded Link of Midna as she smirked and tossed the purse back to the green tunic-clad hero. The weight seemed similar to Link's hands as he looked through it, most of its content still within and yet a single purple rupee was held by this pretty-looking stranger who eyed him with a rather salacious look. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Risky Boots, a traveling fortune teller and at your service. My unique services, however, cost a mere 20 rupees and comes with a cup of tea, my special blend. Considering your destiny and your power, my dear Link, I feel that you might need guidance, which I am all but ready and willing to offer~"
It was somewhat suspicious and strange for her to know his name and to have found his purse, yet his whole adventure prior to his current predicament had been the result of coincidence and fate somehow. Was this the next step in his journey, another quest to be given and sent his way? The possibility was there and, he had to admit, the gorgeous woman before him, with her light purple skin, her red and white bandanna, her golden earrings, framed with a pretty face and yellow eyes, made a strong case to at least entertain her somewhat. This was as good an opportunity as any and there was an exotic appeal to this mysterious woman, to this Risky Boots. Nodding, ever the silent one in most circumstances, she smiled as she then picked up the teapot then headed inside her caravan. Leading the way, Risky allowed entrance to Link as he got in and the interior was surprisingly vast despite its rather modest appearance from outside. It seemed perhaps as big as a small house, perhaps due to some spell as the more mystical aspects of the decoration gave way to an air of destiny that Link couldn't quite ignore. A few candles and lanterns highlighted silk hangings, luxurious pillows with intricate patterns upon them, a hookah with a twin set of pipes and multiple golden trinkets including an oil lamp which rested on a nearby small commode. At the center of the room could be found a crystal ball resting on a cushion, one softly absorbing the ambient light while it stayed put on a small low table. It was slightly dark inside, yet cozy in an enchanting fashion as Risky went on to place two cups of tea on the table, one for each of them.
"For you, my precious guest, as it is rare that I get someone as handsome and legendary as you within my humble abode~" Risky said, offering him a seat across the other end of the table, on a soft pillow with a gentle gesture of her still-cloaked hand. Leaving his arsenal near the entrance, for they'd get in the way of him sitting so near the floor and it would be rude to be armed in such circumstances, Link obliged her as he sat down and the sweet and floral fragrance of the tea tickled his nose with its aroma, with the promise of liquid softness and warmth. As Risky drank hers and gulped it down in one go, he tried to match her as while it was hot, it was also delicious as a single drop on his tongue made him want to partake of his cup's entire content in a single swing. It was hot inside his throat, though that sensation spread out just about everywhere, permeating his skin and inner body with a warmth that just wouldn't go away, a relaxing sensation that was very pleasant overall.
"Now let us see your future and where it might just lead you. Look at the orb along with me..." Risky said, placing her hands on the crystal ball, running her fingers gently across the pristine and polished surface. The orb radiated with a certain power to it, a mysterious aura that Risky seemed to activate the more she interacted with it. "I can see your past and your future, time intertwining...You are lost, a great journey being over as you sit at a crossroad, multiple possibilities and yet all are uncertain...All lead only to paths with no decisive factor, your mind clouded by the loss of one of your greatest ally and friend."
It was vague enough in certain key ways, yet there was a precision to what Risky foretold and explained as Link couldn't help but listen, those slender fingers particularly helping in their guidance over his fixation on the crystal ball. The aura within seemed to grow a little as Link felt a touch faint, fate itself hanging above them as if something important was to be told to him, the next great step in his life. The warmth and aftertaste of the tea lingered on, its fragrance somewhat still in his nostrils despite it all as Risky continued, caressing the crystalline orb with kindness and care in a repetitive pattern.
"You know not in whom to place your trust in...Where to go after saving everyone in Hyrule...What to do with yourself, as if your greatest ordeal was completed, with nothing else remaining save perhaps boredom and a lack of thrills...I am here to tell you that this is far from the case, ohgreat and wondrous Link~" Risky continued, her fingers somewhat pushing just a touch stronger on the crystal ball, her digits rubbing across the surface as the aura began to coalesce and form into an actual energy spreading within the orb. It was faint at first, barely perceptible and yet Link was one to notice such details, the enigmas and puzzles found within dungeons and temples heightening his senses, attuning them to scrutiny. It was red and yellow, trails which began to spread subtly at first and yet in an increasingly overt way as the two warm colors never touched one another, never merged. "Look deeper into the crystal ball...See what I see: a wondrous ship across an endless and mythical sea, with waves of adventures and thrills promised to you...A land vast and new, yet also strangely familiar...And within those two you will find purpose, contentment in a role detached and yet bound to you, a surprising new title which will please you immensely~"
Link tried to check within, the orb pulsating softly with energy as its light seemed to bask the entire interior of the cart. The red and yellow grew and spread, the trails eventually reaching the inner surface of the intricate and polished object as swirls began to form, endless and cyclical as the red and yellow still didn't mix together, retaining their identity no matter what. It was bizarre and as much as he failed to witness what Risky described, he saw no problem in continuing to try as the warm colors, the swirl just grew on him. It was very nice to look at, quite easy to just gaze upon the two colors as they spun around and around...around and around...around and around...
"Yes, you can feel the flow of destiny within the crystal, do you not? It draws you in, its beauty and mystery so compelling that you cannot help but stare deeper and deeper still~" Risky said, her voice barely hiding her amusement as a faint chuckle could be heard, echoing inside the caravan as her own hands seemed to spin around the orb, guiding the swirls with her palms and digits so as to keep this ongoing. Link did not witness nor realize this, opting instead to look deeper as if guided by her words, her suggestions gaining in importance without him truly noticing. "It can take so many shapes, such various forms and it speaks to us all...Much like it speaks to you in ways that I'm sure you cannot help but notice. Let it spread into your mind and into your heart...Continue to gaze deeply and soon you will know all that you need and want~"
Her voice was charming and yet pervasive, as if floating around instead of directed at him. Everything was spinning around, gaining the faintest trace of swirls and yet the crystal ball dominated all, the red and yellow swirls gaining in allure slowly but surely. His eyes were set on the object, determined to see something special within and yet all that greeted him was the glow and these colors which magnified the warmth within him, making it envelop his thoughts in a slow and dull-witted embrace. He was comfortable and yet half-absent, never quite noticing what was happening and yet gradually accepting it anyway.
"Yes, you must learn to relax, for the life of an adventurer is filled with excitement and danger and one must learn to balance things out...In such a precious moment, allow yourself to be at peace...Let this pretty fortune teller make you feel content and at ease~" Risky continued, her hand resting on the side of the crystal ball, now unmoving as if she was concentrating her power in an uncanny fashion, a chuckle escaping from her lips once again and yet Link caught none of that. Risky was a presence, a non-entity whose voice he listened to and yet as influential as she was, her own physical manifestation was downplayed by the orb and its wonderful red and yellow swirls within. "I see...I see...Oh!"
The sudden rise in her calm and even voice snapped Link out of his reverie, bringing in some more light to the room as if the crystal ball had absorbed it all, only to give it back as the red and yellow swirls died down near-instantly. A touch groggy, his own weight and posture came back to the forefront of his mind and perceptions as he then stretched a little while Risky looked at him with a thin little smirk on her face, as if planning something mischievous.
"I have foreseen something in the very near future...A pleasant encounter, very fun and indulgent indeed...I have witnessed a very gorgeous woman dancing for you, treating you as a prized guest as she'd seduce and enchant you thoroughly...And this woman, apparently, is me~" Risky said, moving forward a little, eyeing Link with a smug little smile on her pretty face as she chuckled, obvious in what she was trying to do here as she winked. "For as much as a single red rupee...I will treat you just right, my handsome and amazing hero...Let me treat you to a sensual display, to some of my sweet incense coming from my own stash, lit up in my hookah and even another cup of my wondrous tea. Are you tempted by my offer, perhaps?"
It was a half-clever sales ploy, something made so that he'd spend some of his gains on her, yet so far all of this had made him drop his melancholy act and actually did made him feel slightly happy and relaxed again. For a small cost, he'd be able to be in the company of this strange, yet appealing woman as Link nodded yet again with a little smile on his face, resulting in her gently holding his hand and leading him toward an unseen corner of the still impressively large caravan. Within this hidden spot, a pile of cushions and pillows could be seen, with a hookah set on the side as this was more intimate, far comfier in appearance than where his fortune had been told. Accompanied to the place where he was silently encouraged to lounge, Link then made himself comfortable as a part of him was a little excited at the prospect of what would soon happen. With Risky bringing him another cup of tea, he gulped it down in one go as he once did prior, its taste and aroma bringing in more relaxing warmth to his body and soul as he sighed while looking at her as she smiled in a tantalizing, albeit slightly teasing fashion. Already relaxed, Risky then placed herself in front of him, standing in such a way that she towered over him before speaking anew.
"Let me grant to you a magical moment which shall prove to be...unforgettable~" Risky teased, placing her hand on her cloak as she discarded it with a swift motion, resulting in her revealing her attire below to great effect as there was much to stare at, intricacies and beauty which would be for Link's eyes only to appreciate. She wore purple pantaloons along with heels that finished with a slightly curved toe, the same color as those puffy-ended exotic lower clothes. What passed for a belt seemed to be made with teeth that hugged her wide hips, highlighting her rather generous posterior yet tight waist, Link's stare going upper still as he saw her exposed midriff, her slim yet slightly toned belly in the same color as her light purple face, showcasing that this was not makeup but actually how her flesh looked in the nude. Her wrists were covered with cuffs that were purple and white in colors, her slender yet slightly muscular arms uncovered up to her shoulders as her top was...something else. It was akin to the upper portion of a skull layered on top of a purple bra, eyes and teeth right there in an ominous fashion as her cleavage could easily be spotted from this angle. There was a surprising amount of skin on display, her light purple skin looking smooth and luscious in the intimate atmosphere as she looked down on him, partly sinister-looking due to her top but also incredibly striking due to her youthful beauty and her curves. It was easy to appreciate what he saw, gladly looking at her as the ambiance and her offer permitted him to do so...encouraged it even.
"Your role in this simple: look at me the same way you gazed so deeply at my crystal ball...And enjoy yourself. I will help you relax with very seductive techniques, with dancing so divine it will leave you perfectly contented and happy~" Risky began to say as she took one step forward, changing her stance as she began to sway her hips, going for wide motions in order to show just how nimble she could be. The arc she went for allowed for her belly to stretch itself taut, her navel somewhat the focus despite her hips acting like a lazy and sensual pendulum for Link's gaze to latch onto. It was an amazing sight as she then sucked her belly in and pushed it out very swiftly, fluttering her abdomen while stopping her hips before going for sways anew, softness and grace being what she was going for currently. "It is an ancient style rumored to originate from a people of the past called the Gerudo, a tribe that mysteriously vanished some time ago. It is one that focuses on the midriff and torso...which seems like two parts of my sumptuous body that you can't take your eyes away from~"
She was right in a cheeky way as even with the skull top she seemed to be splendid as she shook her shoulders, making her chest wobble a bit as she spun it in circle a few times before then spinning her hips wide, in a circular motion while her steps made her demonstrate her side as she changed her stance, placing another leg forward so that Link could see her hip rise and then fall down like some hammer upon his mind. It was an arousing sight, those hip drops being rather striking as she gave him a sultry little glance before going on to spin those hips anew, this time showing off her back and her rather generous bottom as her translucent pantaloons did nothing to hide that booty. She went for vertical figure-eights, pushing one hip to the side in some half-circle before then doing the very same with the other one, creating an ongoing loop while she slowly spread her arms wide and then moved them to behind her head as she went for further spins, changing her position so that she'd be on the side again as she went on to undulate her belly, arching her back slightly while she rolled her shoulders, giving a rather tempting look toward Link as her smirk told of something better to come along as she had made a full rotation, returning to face Link forward with something decidedly different...her top displaying red and yellow swirls.
In the eyes of the skull top could be found two strands of warm colors, red and yellow, which never touched each other as they went toward their epicenter: the middle of each separate breast. One seemed to be red and yellow and the other yellow and red...although it was perhaps just an illusion of some sort with each spinning differently or not. Each pattern was exquisite to look at, some luminescence emanating from the top as the surrounding light seemed to dim while Risky's own chest only glowed more alluringly, seductively in a way that drew Link's gaze. It was endless, the colors repeating themselves, the pattern ever refreshing itself in a way that went beyond captivating as Link felt pulled toward it, downright charmed by that as the faintest hint of her cleavage, her position as she towered over him gave him the illusion that she was larger and taller than she really was...Or perhaps he just felt smaller when looking at the swirls as her midriff rolled and her waist gyrated, sending waves of flesh upward so that his gaze would set directly upon her magnificent chest and those deep eyes adorning it.
"On your knees, if you please...You'll have a better view~"
It was a whisper, a diminished though extremely sensual voice which belonged undoubtedly to Risky as Link heard it and he felt compelled to do as she said. The smallest fraction of his memories involving the crystal ball from earlier gave him reason to go forth, relaxation and seduction being so tempting as he unwittingly adjusted his position, rising up on his knees as he sat down, looking up though in a way that made him go even closer to Risky and her wondrous dancing.
"I am glad to have your undivided attention, oh great Hero of Hyrule...Let me give you a piece of paradise with my beauty and skills and let my dance, the spirals and my voice guide you into pure tranquility and bliss~" she said, going for a wider spin of her hips in a slow fashion, bending forward a little to have her chest directly at his eye level before then returning to a more upright position, spinning her chest as she then bumped her hips to the side, making her body toughen up slightly as if pulling him in by force with her mesmerizing assault. "You've noticed the red and yellow swirls, those beautiful spirals...They will help you comprehend what you saw in my crystal ball, making sense of your upcoming destiny as they soothe and calm you down, relieving you from stress and unnecessary tension. It is key that you focus on my motions, on what I say and on the cycle of red and yellow...I humbly suggest you concentrate solely on those elements for the time being~"
It was the simplest of tasks, something that Link was doing already as Risky grew in importance and appeal the more he stared at her. There was an exotic quality to her, a wisdom and teasing allure that he found very attractive, which made it so his eyes were already glued on her body. With darkness already settled down outside, the eerie yet alluring atmosphere of the caravan was rendered doubly so for the latter, the light of Risky's bust amplifying this effect near-exponentially. Watching meant peace... seduction... and as he did so he couldn't help but fall for the utterly eye-catching appearance of the fortune teller, his sensation exiting his body save for in one particular spot as the way her belly undulated and sometimes pulsated, how she spun her chest, making it wobble and thus the swirls go in wave made him realize just how aroused, how erect he was. His manhood stood rigid against his pants, a natural reaction which only caused him to fall deeper for her, his body enhancing what his mind was already telling: he was loving this.
"You seem to have fallen for me...and it is quite normal. My voice, my dance, the spirals...they are all there to make you feel this way, good about the situation and about yourself...They're so easy to stare into, to lose yourself completely into as the red and yellow are so warm and making you feel unbearably hot and bothered, yes?" Risky said, her tone suggestive as she eyed the very obvious erection he strained with, a smirk of pure sadistic delight rising on her lips. Everything was going splendidly as Link himself was smitten, his guard down as the hookah she had prepared was boiling now, its aroma beginning to invade the area as she knew just what to do. "Partake of the hookah nearby, let your hand guide the tip of the pipe to your lips and inhale deeply...The incense within is of my creation, there to help you relax even further as I will make your stay as my guest so enjoyable that you may never want to leave...But for now let us not worry and think about anything else as you concentrate on me and me alone...On my sumptuous breasts and my sexy performance~"
Link was unsuspecting, his reason and logic weakened in favor of immediate indulgence, the charm of Risky Boots invading his mind as he was entirely focused on her. When she spoke, he only half-listened now, his entire being delving into a trance as the spirals ever spun and grew brighter, almost shinier in their round and firm appearance. The red and yellow never stopped, each spin actually draining him in a magical way as the spell launched toward him siphoned some of his intelligence, his wariness and even some aspects of his personality... all were claimed by the enchanted and ensorcelling top which Risky wore. His hand moved on its own as his mouth accepted the hookah's pipe and the fragrant smoke, its intoxicating aroma filling his lungs with further warmth much like the tea did, making Link smile and feel somewhat more attuned not just to her dancing and the spirals, but toward his stiff penis as well.
"You feel completely safe with me, the pillows being so comfortable and the environment so welcoming that any tension you have is blown away much like the smoke you exhale," Risky told, watching him obey her subtle command as he was akin to a puppet. She switched her undulations to figure-eights, going for half of one then a quick full-one before then repeating the same motion on the other side, going for loops as if she was pushing the smoke from the hookah away, giving herself an ethereal look as she glanced down at him in wicked delight. "There is a magic in the air between you and me, something impossible to resist, an attraction so deep that you can't help but wish to drown in it, to let it surround you completely...Like my sexy breasts showering you in red and yellow, you cannot resist this and you most certainly don't want to...isn't that right~?"
The dance was a catalyst, a seduction enhanced by the skull-faced bra, which itself strengthened the power of the dance in a loop of pure hypnotic wonder as Link was caught in this trap, the beauty of Risky Boots and how she seemed to pamper him in such a vulnerable state only heightening his susceptibility. The spirals took greedily from him, yet gave nothing in return but the illusion of ecstasy which Link bought into eagerly, believing everything uttered by Risky as her voice seemed to crawl into his own skull, within his eager and charmed mind. With each element removed, another was replaced by whatever Risky spoke off, her suggestions easily put into his subconscious as his own penis seemed to twitch right now, leaking pre-cum as if witnessing this, living this experience, was immensely pleasurable. Just listening and smoking, enhancing her hold on him as he was none the wiser and decidedly further away from waking up from his entranced state of mind.
" You don't really need to think, you dont't really need to focus, you don't really need to ponder or concentrate, to question, to doubt...You need only to gaze on nothing else but me...And you don't want to do anything else anyway, yes? It's much more fun and simple to gaze at me and let your mind wander to what I say~" Risky added, growing bolder and going for less indirect suggestions as she took even more control over the situation as those figure-eights were then replaced by hip-twists, going on the tip of her toes as she showed absolute mastery over her dancing, doing so in high heels already near-impossible and yet she went further still. Her abdomen glistened with a very light coat of sweat as more smoke covered the area, this corner of her caravan as each twists seemed to push in further and further her hold over his mind. Her arms lowered themselves dramatically and then began to wave from her fingers to her elbows so as to look serpentine, moving them up slowly before then sending those undulations toward her breasts as the lazily spinning spirals of red and yellow kept on enthralling Link. "Let your worries dissolve away into nothingness...Let your doubt be swallowed by the spirals, the bright and tantalizing red and yellow ever there to help your thoughts be completely overtaken by much more pleasant things...Like my utter loveliness and beauty~"
More than just worries, anxiety and negative feelings were drawn inside where those serpentine arms pointed at, the red and yellow chipping away at his ability to even form thoughts, to be aware of anything else. He knew not how long exactly he had been staring, time being inconsequential right now as it slowed down to a crawl, allowing him to enjoy the sight of her breasts and midriff as those parts grew in importance to his eyes. The spirals were there for him to latch onto, yet the dance was nothing to slouch at either, those skillful and sensual moves anchoring him to her in a way that made everything waver save for her. He felt a little faint, slightly weak, yet the absolute volcanic heat in his crotch, how his penis strained against his pants kept him present in a sweetly torturous manner.
The arms then went down, their undulations still ongoing as she returned on her feet as opposed to their extremities as she emphasized her belly, bobbing her navel up and down with some very slow flutters while she swayed her hips anew. Everything was slowing down in her performance, making it even easier for Link to concentrate on every inch of her sublime body, on her beauty. "Look at my belly, the core of my dance...How it moves like water, like the sea you will be sailing on very soon...It looks so sexy, so captivating...Just like my incredible chest...You can't take your eyes off of it either, can you?" Risky added, directing his gaze toward wherever she wanted as she slowly bent her waist forward, lightly arching her lower back to put his focus toward her abdomen, the angle still allowing him to see her hypnotic top despite it all. "Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
It was almost as if she chanted this, her voice a little melody which spoke to his soul as the spirals kept on draining more and more and more of him with Link unable to contain himself as a smile crept up on his face. His eyes glazing over, the way she spoke made it impossible to go against what she said as he obeyed her instructions, not quite aware of much of anything save that he was enjoying this very much. He kept on inhaling from the hookah, inhaling and exhaling the burning yet sweet fragrance as his lungs filled with a scent that he could only associate with her at this point.
"Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
He heard her say that again, making him lose even further track of things as he felt so warm, so aroused as the spirals seemed to widen, to spread a little in the darkness surrounding them. The bright red and yellow lit up the area, yet somehow was all contained in Risky as it absorbed further of who he was, what he thought and so forth. He couldn't quite remember how he had gottten there, nor for how long he had been staring and yet those weren't at all what he wanted to really delve into. Her curves seemed to only be emphasized, her delightful navel and smooth stomach, accompanied by light musculature, spoke to him in an unheard language, charming him thoroughly.
"Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
Another repetition as her own midriff and her hips seemed to shape up the growth of the spirals surrounding her, making them twist as she went for vertical figure-eight, her serpentine arms gone as her arms went above her head and then rested behind it, making it so they'd be out of the way for Link to focalize entirely on what she wanted...and he couldn't have enough of it. It was mind-numbing, soul-charming and at this point Link's trance could only go further, her words echoing again and again in his brain.
"Yessss...let me tell you what to think...Let me guide you even further inside this absolute bliss. No need to do anything else but watch and do as I say...You only need to let the spirals make you feel good, my breasts and dance becoming your entire world~" Risky continued as she then went for hip drops, going left and right with them as if she pounded her words directly into his mind, her hips and midriff communicating as aptly and eloquently as her own words. She went forward and backward, teasing him with possible proximity and then evasion with one step helping along, occasionally changing her angles while she shook her chest, her isolation nearly perfect as she smirked while looking at down at him. "It is such an exotic and mystifying performance, so memorable and unlike anything else, that it would be a shame to think of anything else, wouldn't you agree? Nothing else really matters beside this currently...Nothing else needs trouble your enjoyment~"
" Look...sexy dance...Gaze...spirals..." Link began to say, half-mumbling between one intake of the hookah as this was the first time he truly spoke during all of this and what he had to say was of immense interest to Risky as small spirals of red and yellow appeared into his eyes, an extremely potent indication that things were going her way as he tried to speak again, repeating what she had repeated thrice before resuming her induction. "Listen...pretty voice...Forget...worries..."
This made the whole experience that much sweeter for Risky as she knew that things were going extremely well, making it so she grew bolder. She took a step forward and arched her back slightly again, going for belly rolls, undulations solely concentrated on her stomach as she knew just what to do as he kept on repeating this improvised mantra of his. "You are doing quite well in participating to your seduction, to my dance...Such a good, handsome and strong boy you are...You are enjoying yourself quite a bit, aren't you?" she asked with a playful tone in her voice, stating the obvious as the sight of red and yellow spirals in his eyes were absolutely marvelous to her, prompting her to really go for it as she went for slow rolls, only to then quicken the pace for a few seconds, creating some pattern for him to latch onto as her influence was definitely anchored within his psyche. "Tell me...Do you have any women in your life...anyone you love or feel attracted to? You can trust me and tell me...Who has a place in your heart, dear Link, great Hero of Hyrule?"
Something rung within Link's own head, as if this question was meant to be truly answered instead of contemplated as much like his hand and mouth seemed to directly indulge in the hookah, so did his mind quickly gave her an answer. "There is...Zelda...the princess...pretty but distant...generous but cold...Then there is Ilia...childhood friend...gentle and sweet...caring..." Link began to say, spilling out his own thoughts about those he either would love to understand or spend more time with, but there was one which was more important than the others as he continued his own reply. "Midna...brash, teasing...but a worthy ally, a great friend...a princess of twilight...an amazing partner...I owe her much..."
But then Link had something else in his heart and mind, someone else whose colors seeped into his spirit and installed itself into his own arousal as he thought of her and his loins were set ablaze, sending some more pre-cum in his pants as he continued before Risky could say anything else. "And then there's...you...Risky Boots...So magnificent...So mysterious..."
She wanted to laugh right there, though she held it in as Risky barely suppressed her chuckle. This was going extremely well as she then sped up her rolls, as if pulling him in like a fish set on a hook. "How fascinating that you find me so lovely and interesting...I think, though, that your destiny lies with me, with someone so eager to allure you completely~" Risky said as she placed her hands beneath her breasts, cupping her bra as she enhanced the speed of the spirals with but a thought. This resulted in the red and yellow swirls inside Link's eye to widen and speed up as well, putting him at her mercy which was a position that was definitely arousing to her as well. "Forget about the others...about this Ilia, Zelda and that Midna...And think only of your one true love, your everything...Risky Boots. Just look at the spirals and they will make everything so much better for you as you devote your thoughts only to me from now on~"
It was easy enough to discard Zelda at first, the attraction being clearly one-sided on his part as Link saw those ever-expanding spirals and realized just how tall and overwhelming Risky was in her beauty and her power. Yet as his own mind tried to erase Ilia something bothered him...yet the merest glimpse of Midna in his thoughts made him feel wary and filled him with doubts that he thought he had discarded. This was wrong, those people were important to him and to cast them away like this...why would he do that, especially for someone he had just met? Risky Boots was doing something to his head, something terrible and yet powerful and arousing as even though his penis kept on twitching, revering the body of the absolute beauty in front of him, his mind began to fight back to regain some modicum of control. Lighting began to return to his surroundings as he dropped the pipe down, his body half-responding to what his brain tried to tell it. The spirals went away from his eyes, some light amount of intelligence brought back from the brink as he tried to tear his gaze away from her splendid dance, from those waves of flesh on that delightful light purple abdomen. He was a hero, Hyrule's savior and he couldn't just succumb to temptation like that as he tried to fidget around with his fingers, his own self-control returning little by little as he'd need to escape her hold and evil influence.
Yet as he was resisting, Risky merely chuckled and advanced, her belly undulating softly with each step as she then lowered herself to his eye level, her own gaze set on his as she moved one hand to his crotch and ran her hand over it slowly and sensually. This caused him to gasp as she then lowered his pants and freed his erection, his penis possessing a light sheen due to all the pre-cum that had been released due to his pleasure center being overly stimulated by the spirals. Then, she ran a single finger along the shaft, heading toward the tip and this very simple and benign touch sent a cascade of stimuli to Link's own brain as he released his load right there, withering his defense right there as he bucked his hips and released strings after strings of his seed. Then, she slowly rose and placed her breasts before his eyes as the rapidly spinning warm colors caught his gaze again, the afterglow of this orgasm rendering him weak again as his gaze latched onto them immediately. She pressed her breasts together, squishing them as if capturing his thoughts again, draining them at double-speed until she got back up again, her midriff now mere inches away from his face as one look upward gave him a privileged position to admire both her belly and her breasts as the exquisite spirals returned in his thoughts with a vengeance.
"And here I thought we were making such good progress, Link, getting along so well...Did I do something wrong?" Risky said, her voice teasing and yet somewhat feinting a certain type of emotional hurt as she knew quite well after all this, after she got him exactly where he was most vulnerable, that he'd fall in line pretty quickly. His load was on the ground, having positioned herself so that she would not be sullied by his climax as she began to sway her hips in a pendulum-like fashion, going back to her first move in this performance as she made her midriff and navel the key aspect of this induction for now, the spirals helping them greatly. "I only want what is best for you...To give you what you've more than earned~"
She swayed her breasts in the opposite direction of her hips, going for a double hypnotic effect as Link's was on the edge of resistance and submission, her sensual prowess so potent and irresistible yet her own dominating behavior ignited some form of rebellion within him that he couldn't quite access. Her dance was more intimate now, more overtly sexual as Link's own penis began to slowly get erect again, now left uncovered by his pants as his body responded to what he saw and how he began to feel, the lovely dance more than just seductive to him, but downright hypnotic as well. Then, she pushed her chest forward a bit, stopping her dance as she gently lowered herself and then grabbed the back of his head, placing it just in her cleavage without removing the spirals and their terrible and mesmerizing appeal.
"Forget your doubts, your fears...Look deeply into the spirals and listen to my voice...You remember what I told you, don't you?" Risky said as she played with his hair, caressing his head as the rapidly-spinning spirals were bombarded directly into his still-open eyes. It was impossible not to see them, his stare wide and all-encompassing as he couldn't close those peepers of his. He drank of the colors, his resistance and reluctance taken away from him as he began to get limp, his muscles slack while Risky held him there for a bit longer...and then even more as there was no such thing as overkill as far as she was concerned. "It's like I said...Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
As Link was freed, he recalled the melody of these edicts and as they resonated within the room and his psyche, repeating themselves, he then saw Risky sway her hips back for him in a wide arc...Back and forth...back and forth...back and forth...Her round and deep navel, her luscious and smooth-looking flesh, her curves and the promise of spirals at the top of his vision of her rendered him charmed and meek again, making her seem larger-than-life as the spirals not only returned, but they grew wider as his erection stood up full-mast. There was happiness in accepting this and his thoughts were steadily being drained again, only this time at a much faster pace as he began to smile in a silly fashion again, resulting in Risky chuckling softly. Whatever had told him to resist, any thoughts of going against what she said and did were snuffed out, cast away in favor of immediate indulgence, no matter the price, be it hidden or overt. This was bliss and he wanted more of it.
"Yes...Do as I say...Let my instructions guide you toward your true destiny...Embrace my control...Fall under my sexy sway and my sublime power~" Risky said, her voice sultry and a touch cruel, yet the sight of his ever-expanding spiraling eyes gave her all the confidence she needed to follow this path as she went on to arch her back at times, going for half spins along with her sway, brushing her belly flesh against the tip of his nose and his lips occasionally. Slow, a part of him trying to lick and to kiss it, yet she wouldn't let him do it yet as his impulses were hers to control as well. His manhood began to twitch again, the hold she had over his own pleasure being perhaps one of her greatest assets as she smiled sadistically, ever happy to see someone so strong and courageous reduced to this. "Let my dance overtake everything...your dignity...your senses...your sight...Bask in the glory and beauty that is mine, that of Risky Boots~"
She was so mighty, so all-encompassing that the repetitive sways seemed to gain an ethereal quality, Risky herself gaining an after-image which stayed and divided itself into a second one formed through the darkness, the bright spirals and the hookah smoke still lingering about. It was an apparition, a ghost of the real thing yet the elusive spirals and that hypnotic midriff could still be seen as now two Risky could be witnessed...and then two more as she went on to continue these simple sways. The caravan were swaying, his own flesh seemed to be doing this as the spirals kept on multiplying, swallowing everything that there was as Link began to lose himself in the experience.
"Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
They all said this, echoes of phantoms bound to enchant him with their lovely voice and incredible appearance. He felt surrounded, his senses stretched out as if to see through multiple angles including impossible ones as tiny fractions of his self were torn away from him and swirled down to the center of one of the many spirals.
"Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
Yes, she was there to help, to make him feel good...He felt warm again, a ghost stuck in a comfortable limbo and yet chained down to her beauty as the sways made each of the copies of the unparalleled Risky Boots feel larger, more powerful and enticing as before.
"Look at my sexy dance...Gaze deeply at the spirals...Listen to my pretty voice...And forget your worries~"
A hint of his own voice seemed to mix in as he lost track of everything, the only elements which he could or even wanted to follow being exactly what Risky told...The sexy dance...the spirals...her voice...and to let them all take what ailed him away. He began to drool, his smile so wide that his lips were half-open while the spirals filled his eyes completely, spinning at a mad pace as he was lost in lust, in adoration and in hypnotic stupor, leaving him in the most vulnerable position in his entire life...and he absolutely loved it.
To Risky, however, this was but the next step as she knew nothing of how his brain would interpret all of this, her hips still swaying as Link's own face and upper body seemed to follow them like a snake being charmed, which was a very potent imagery for her. "Now let us try again...but this time you will obey me...you must do as I say..."
Link still repeated her words, his monotone voice never higher in pitch than Risky's own, his speech already catching on to the fact that he couldn't supplant the wonderful Risky in any way. Such wonders being impossible to deny as her dance and the spirals went on to captivate him and arouse him so thoroughly that to deny their demands and existence was akin to sacrilege.
"Describe to me this Zelda, the princess of Hyrule itself...Tell me your real thoughts about her~" Risky said, feeling the spirals as if they were a physical presence on her own chest itself, giving her stimulation of both the carnal and spiritual fashion as the sight of this Hero being lured like a fish on a hook, on her line of thinking, was joyful in the most sadistic way, her favorite kind of pleasure.
"She is...graceful...dedicated...beloved by the people..." Link began to describe, his lips and mouth working on their own once more, responding and obeying the demand made upon him, something he agreed to. He was devoid of secrets, comfortable in vulnerability and weakness before her as he spoke of Zelda, this woman whose work was indispensable to the good of all Hyrule and its denizes.
"So gentle of you...but also wrong. Wasn't she vain and foolish, her actions and weakness making it so you had to face such hardships to begin with? She is at fault and doesn't deserve your respect or attention...and you know it all too well~" Risky began to describe, twisting the truth with snippets of anger and doubt, with tidbits she got here and there, her manipulation all too obvious and yet Link couldn't deny or refuse her anything, including new logic and ways of thinking. "Forget about this Zelda...the princess of Hyrule which you cannot bring out any interest in anymore... But tell me...There was this other, this Ilia...How is she?"
"She is a warm, caring friend from my childhood...a comforting presence..." Link said, his mind already beginning to abandon the idea of ever remembering Zelda. Helped by the dance, whom he was smitten and enthralled by, the pale midriff and those large spiral-bearing breasts bounced and bumped in ways that made it impossibly easy to comply, the bad thoughts of the worthless princess fading away while Risky continued to seduce and enslave his own thought process.
"But so dull...so uninteresting...a girl of no consequence, really. After all, you fought bravely, ventured in unknown territories and lived more than all...and she is but a farm girl. Much like this worthless Zelda, she simply doesn't deserve you...It would be a shame to waste a man of your caliber on a little simpleton like this Ilia, wouldn't you agree?" Risky continued, playing the stereotype of the farm girl to describe this gal that she had never met...and yet as she had felt a rush of thoughts and memories being drained by the spirals, a delight of the most sadistic heights, when she mentioned and erased Zelda, so too did she feel the same rush upon this Ilia as Link was beginning to forsake her from recalls and memories. "When compared to me, a lady of class who sailed the seas and see the future, why she is simply a terrible choice, wouldn't you agree? But how about this Midna? Do you think fondly of her as well?"
Hearing that name brought up a spark of joy, of camaraderie upon Link's face, his expression changing slightly despite the cyclical pattern of belly rolls and mayas going on to seduce and manipulate him into abandoning all to the spirals. "Midna...an intelligent being...someone who cares...a loyal friend to the end..." he began to say, about to continue until merely seeing the hints of Risky being about to speak made him stop, for fear of interrupting her heavenly voice and the truth it would send his way.
"How simple you are, yet that is part of your charm, I suppose. To talk about someone who deceived you at first, was willing to enslave and use you for her own needs and who prioritized her own demands over everything...loyal? No, you are mistaken and I think you are deluding yourself..." Risky said, attacking this vision most vehemently, destroying the competition thoroughly as even though there was some resistance, her dance kept him captivated and hypnotized so completely that any resistance was simply drained away inside her top, the spirals sucking it all away as he accepted what she spoke of. "I would never take you for granted and use you like her...In fact, you must see by now that I am superior to all of them by far. Believe me, the only woman you need in your head and your life is the one and only Risky Boots...So forget them all, drop them from your thoughts and focus only on my dance, my midriff and breasts which arouses and seduce you so completely, my voice which guides you as you let yourself be happy...by ridding yourself of the idea of them~"
Link could physically feel them being taken away...and yet it was not painful in the slightest. No more Zelda with her demands, no more Ilia whose simple nature would never satisfy him...and no more Midna whose schemes he would never be a part of anymore. Gone, flushed out for good to make more room for Risky...more room for his most recent and worthiest of infatuation. More than that, it made him feel free, ready to adore and revere Risky as the multiple ghosts seemed to converge together to create a renewed and even more attractive Risky Boots as his own penis twitched again. He wanted to touch it so bad, yet his body didn't respond any longer and yet it mattered not, the joyful torment of his own arousal was but a result of gazing upon the perfect woman: Risky Boots.
"The spirals and my belly are taking what is not needed as you offer it to them...Each sway provides further reason to abandon everything in favor of staring at my divine form, at this performance which has thoroughly hypnotized and enslaved you to my will~" Risky continued, no longer going for subtlety or partial suggestions as she told him directly what she was doing. Her own confidence absolute, she knew that nothing would stop her as she went on to go for a slow half-spin again, directly brushing her belly languorously against his nose and lips before returning to those cyclical sways, teasing him to a terrible yet sexy fate. "Forget about your adventures, about your connections to Hyrule, about being a hero...Give those memories to me, offer them to the one who stole your mind and heart so superbly~"
He couldn't stop himself, much less even bring out the desire to even want to retain anything as the more he gave, the better he felt. There was a lightness in his head, the spirals massaging his brain and coaxing out everything away as Risky gained some kind of aura of red and yellow, her dance itself feeding the spirals while the red and yellow swirls feasted on Link's last few memories. It wasn't just her top, but her whole ensemble that was downright mesmerizing as soon Link forgot much of everything, including how he even got in this situation to begin with as he was slowly reaching the state of a blank slate.
"Give everything to the spirals, allow me to guide you to your true destiny as you discard what weights you down...Your heroic essence...Your soul...Let me have them and safekeep them, offer it all to me~" Risky said, smirking cruelly as her sways began to get faster, the pendulum effect overwhelming and overpowering the clearly defeated Link as this was not enough to just claim him...She wanted to have all that he could offer and by now she knew that he'd do as she asked. "Give me your complete willpower and all that you are~"
Those words were filled with a power and certainty which towered over Link, squishing out his mind as he gasped, moaned and saw his actual soul being taken in by the spirals, tinted in red and yellow as it was separated in two and absorbed by her breasts, losing itself into her cleavage and even on her belly flesh, spinning down toward her navel. His essence was held in mid-air, connected to him and yet heading toward her midriff, as if going on to caress and worship it with all that it could. A faint swirl of red and yellow, an after-effect of the dance and those spirals, appeared, sucking and promising to swallow his spirit in the most arousing and final way possible as he couldn't help but feel a lightness in his entire being. A very meek sensation of fear traveled through him, the conclusion of this tribute barely registering and yet certainly there for him to ponder upon...and yet he didn't, or rather couldn't. What made him a hero, his own legacy and adventures were all taken as his soul escaped from him He felt his spiritual self pass through her navel, welcomed inside and then taken, his senses somehow supercharged with her hypnosis as he felt the tightness and yet smooth softness of her navel enveloping him.
This was nirvana, his soul claimed and safekeeped by the lovely and powerful Risky as Link felt he truly had to give her absolutely everything, which made him hump the air and reach a second climax as the pleasure of submission, of doing as Risky said was too much for him as he spilled his load on the floor yet again, a symbol of just how ecstatic this was to him. The grand act of giving her this was too much for him to bear, the pleasure both symbolic but also very real as the proof of his surrender was not just residing in her belly, but on the ground too, just in front of her feet. He sighed, his eyes filled with red and yellow, his body half-limp and he stared at her yet also through her, the idea of the dance and the spirals now imprinted within him, holding him tightly into a deep trance. "Yes...Risky Boots~" he said, basking in the afterglow as his voice was monotone and yet there was a deep happiness within the last few syllables, a fair indicative that Link was essentially but a husk ready to be filled. His soul literally and truly gone, claimed and even though he knew it wasn't his anymore...he found out he didn't really care, which was another key part of the process that Risky enjoyed as she then began to roll her belly before his eyes, brushing her flesh ever subtly against his cheeks as she softly swayed while she rolled, changing her methods now.
"Look up to me...gaze even deeper at my perfect body...and let me tell you your true origin and your fate...You are but a naive yet skillful swordsman from a far away village in the backwoods of some remote and pointless province..Ready for adventure, you went to Castle Town for the first time, only to find it closed...Alone, desperate, you met me as I offered to tell you your fortune, to give you the guidance you so sorely needed..." Risky began to explain, weaving a tale for what she dubbed an awakening, building up a version of Link which would best suit her purposes as he was empty, entranced and helpless, ready to be made into something incredible for her to own. "As I gave you my services, my warm hospitality gave you relief, but it was really my grandeur and beauty that won you over so utterly as my true identity blew you away. I am Risky Boots, Queen of the Seven Seas, an Empress and Goddess whose origin lays in a far greater and wonderful realm than this one, much better than this pitiful kingdom~"
Link believed everything that she told him instantly, his mind empty yet now filled with her narrative as his hypnotized mindset did the work of filling in the blanks. Yes, he wanted to be a hero, an adventurer...and yet the opportunity had not arisen yet, but a chance meeting with this goddess made flesh, her hospitality and guidance giving him all that he needed and more as his true destiny awaited. The way her belly rolled and brushed against his own skin, his face, reinforced just how much he trusted and saw her as some larger-than-life figure, the spirals filling his mind much like her words as the tale was not yet done, his subconscious and consciousness ready to change his cognition and perception forever.
"You fell so much in love with me, ready to do anything to be in my presence as it was only natural that you saw me as the very essence of seduction, sexuality and sensuality...My dance and pristine form soon invaded your every fantasies, your own desire so overwhelming that looking at me gave you great pleasure...But fortunately for you there is something that I found to like in you, which leads us directly to your ultimate fate and role~" Risky continued, looking down at his expression and just how he was at her mercy...but also how he seemed painfully erect again, his stamina being something else as she rejoiced in how she was in control of absolutely everything. She could possibly command him to cum right there...but to see him do it without her explicitly telling him to was much too amusing as she merely continued her story, the one in which he'd become trapped. "I would offer to take you home to my realm, to have with me as my personal bodyguard, servant and slave entirely devoted to my being...A great destiny for a peasant as lowly as you, a true godsend indeed. All you'd have to do would be to pledge yourself to my being, to vow absolute obedience to me as I shall take you upon my ship, in my own realm. Fate has been kind to you, gifting you this opportunity...and you were just about to agree to become mine now and forever, your position on your knees being quite clear about that~"
It made sense, the whole twisted and warped narrative completely tracing a path in which it was normal for him to be so elated and enslaved to her will and beauty, to her unmistakable power. For her to play the role of a fortune teller, traveling so far to get him meant that this was truly fate, inescapable and yet extremely enticing. To be with her, to obey her commands, to carry out her wishes and desires would be but a small price to pay as there was nothing for him in Hyrule, in this pitiful kingdom. There was no attachment in this place that could compete with his lust, awe and growing devotion to this goddess made flesh as he was about to say something, yet was hushed as she pushed her belly on his face, silencing him on the spot.
"To devote yourself, to give your very being entirely to me...I require but one thing as a symbol of your submission and slavery to my divinity...Kiss my belly~" she ordered, her tone suave and cruel, emphasizing the last part as her own midriff was already right there for him to succumb to as she left him no chance, not that there was any possibilities for him to rebuke her after such a successful and deep induction. "Remove your shirt...strip it or simply tear it away in a slow and sensuous manner...let me enjoy it... and then kiss my belly as many times as you like, for each kiss, lick and taste you will have of it will imprint my ownership of your body, your mind, your heart and your soul...Now obey me and worship me like the good slave, accept your role as my little... galley slave~"
She removed her belly from his face as Link acted upon her command swiftly...at least on a mental level. She wanted a show and while his member had been unveiled for a while, she wanted some eye candy and the way that she made it clear she wanted to enjoy it meant that the possibility was there. For this reason alone, he couldn't botch it up as he got up and moved his arms high, trying to stare at Risky sensually yet unable to as his fascination, his absolute hypnotic elation with her torso and abdomen were far too strong. Still he slid off his shirt and then his chainmail armor as its weight was made clear as it banged on the floor, the clinks of the many ringlets slightly resonating and yet not disrupting the peep show in any way. As Risky observed him, his chiseled abs and his scars on display, he saw this one was decidedly more muscular than she anticipated. Boyish hips, yet also toned waist and abdominal muscles, some light sweat trickling down as they seemed to gaze at one another with varying degrees, yet lust being their main motivator too. He wasn't a meathead, a large and bearish man, but still somewhat svelte, more an athlete than a strongman and as she enjoyed his features, so too did he with hers, albeit his own entrancement and the fact that she had his soul were certainly good reasons for his infatuation and divine worship.
However, unable to contain himself, for his reason had long been removed from his mind, he jumped at the opportunity to obey her second command: kissing that sublime part of her. As he showcased his naked torso and belly to her, her appreciative eye certainly enjoying the view, he plunged toward that supple, luscious, smooth, glimmering, perfect belly flesh. His lips were hungry yet worshipful, gentle yet ferocious, his lust unable to be suppressed as he nibbled at her midriff and then licked around her navel, coating it with some drool and saliva before he then french-kissed her navel. Each second he spent made it feel as if her navel was the same as those spirals, draining him away as he offered himself to her. His memories were jumbled, his perceptions even more so, yet everything was held together and anchored by Risky and her sexy power of hypnosis, by her status as his own goddess and mistress. Kissing her belly, savoring it, his own penis twitched and once again climaxed as he gasped and moaned without shame or restraint. There was no pride, no dignity for him as this was his role in life: to worship her without restraint and anything holding him back from doing so. Hypnotized and thoroughly enslaved, owned by Risky Boots, Link was but a shadow of his former self, held by the influence of the nefarious yet alluring Queen of the Seven Seas. To his mind, performing such act while being called a "galley slave", a title she had given him prior, was nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, it felt like an opportunity, a great honor as all those kisses and worshipful acts made it so he believed that his role extended to that. To be given such a task and role, to be a galley slave to the amazing Risky Boots...it felt like an honor and privilege, the kind he'd work hard to be worthy of, to maintain this sacred bond between them.
Gazing upon the spectacle, Risky enjoyed herself, the slightly ticklish and yet pleasant sensation decidedly superb, yet she ever wanted more, to spice things up. She picked up a nearby bottle and poured some wine on top of her belly, giving him further incentive to lick and clean her up as the ticklish yet arousing stimuli made her sigh as soon she'd make him use his tongue for something other than worship and drinking this excellent Zora wine. "Very good...You'll be a magnificent slave like the other in no time~" Risky said, checking out this different version of Link as she sat down, Link following her as if chained to her midriff, magnetically pulled toward her flesh. She thought about shutting down the spirals, feeling that it was no longer needed now...yet backed off from this position, deciding instead to let it continue albeit slowly. The spirals would always be there and his conditioning could always be made stronger...though it was mostly for her own sick pleasure that she did this, enjoying such a strong and honorable man being debased like this. She felt trepidation about what she had just achieved, gaining a second Link to serve her needs and obey her commands without hesitation. This one was so different from her once-champion in a destroyed yet lush Hyrule, wearing something completely different than his blue tunic and armor. This one had a silly green hat and a matching shirt, yet there was something darker, more rugged to this one as she couldn't help but compare him to her other slave waiting for her back home. This one was slightly more muscular too, something which she couldn't help but notice twice, his more manly appearance quite different to the androgynous appeal of the other... yet there were still somewhat feminine qualities to this one, in the lightest of ways. His blond and well-kept hair, which she ran her fingers through...or those earrings of his made it so he did have some similarities to her "champion", her actual cabin new conquest of hers, this galley slave, would assuredly prove to be amazing as she poured more wine, seeing him lap it up as by now he'd simply be nothing but a slave to her, an addicted one that would perhaps be ready to cum whenever he'd see her...which meant the next step would be to control his own pleasure, which would be another kind of amusement altogether.
This had been a much-needed diversion, for she had grown bored in the Hyrule that she had secretly conquered, where their champion and queen were completely at her mercy, under her hypnotic sway. The loot there had lost its flavor, the ease in which she stole everything making things lose their luster as she needed something to spice things up. At first she had tried to enslave Link back from scratch again, which had been a lot of fun...but then some reading on her part had made her glance through the past, to legends of old from Hyrule and about how there were past versions of Link, of the one they called the "Hero of Time" and by then this gave her an idea as the greatest achievement, her most sublime pleasure through all of this had been to enslave him to her will. With all the magic at her disposition, the resources she had gained, a thought occurred to her: what if she could travel back and gain a whole harem-worth of Link? Her access to ancient Sheikah technology, to scientists which she had thoroughly enslaved and to potent mages like Zelda made it so it was possible and then she learned of alternate timelines, of the multiverse and then she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. And this one, this "Twilight" era had been as good as any for starters, having read as much as she could on the subject. The thrill of enslaving new versions of Link was exciting, giving new life into her as her own team of arcane and science handlers would work on the hypnotic enchantments she had weaved in her bra among further things, giving way to new techniques like this crystal ball. No scenario would be impossible for her to enact, like this fortune teller angle that had been so fun to mess around with...and she was just getting started.
Would all the versions of Link prove to be as vulnerable to her charms and hypnosis? What would happen if each versions met the other? What kind of fun could she have with two of them? Would they recognize one another even while under a trance? Which approach should she choose next? All very potent questions, the kind that motivated the pirate and conqueror in her and yet she merely sighed as she played with the hair of the Link who had just been claimed now as he cleaned her belly while she poured the rest of the wine on her midriff for him to get drunk from. She would seek answers to each of these queries in good time...
But for now she had immediate plans, things that she'd certainly love to try out in the most perverse and self-indulgent kind of ways, the very best kind of motivation. She pictured her galley slave and cabin boy on their knees before her, one clad in something much more revealing, showing off his musculature in a gratuitous way while the other would still be her little crossdressing, belly dancer boy. She could imagine the two of them at her mercy, enjoying the other's company due to a specific kind of command, a sick fantasy that she nevertheless couldn't help but enjoy, kissing and putting on a show. She imagined the kind of massages they could give him, soft and strong hands working together to knead and soften her flesh, worshiping her while their fingers would occasionally move toward their crotch, unable to contain themselves before their goddess. She felt hot and bothered now, her arousal at this strong Link being under her power already strong, yet now peaking to these imageries as she instinctively began to move her hand to her own crotch...but why do it herself when she had a perfectly good slave to do it for her?
As Link continued to lap the wine, mere droplets remaining, his vision was kept in place by the illusory apparition of the spiral around her navel, the red and yellow which claimed his soul spinning around that belly button who owned him entirely. One brush of Risky's hand on his head, a barely heard whisper and then he was standing at attention, still erect because of the effect Risky had on his libido and his needs, her proximity making him feel invincible and yet meek at the same time. "Very good, my slave...but now I need you to use your tongue to lick, clean and worship another kind of nectar, one below and that will make me very happy...But before, do get dressed for the job, yes?"" Risky said, her command voiced like a friendly suggestion, but they both knew that he would obey no matter how it was voiced now. Link rose and with a few silent directions from her fingers, found a small chest inside which a very revealing outfit was hidden, one tailor-made for him. A tight piece of underwear, made of a rubbery fabric, one attached to a golden belt with a pelvic curtain attached both to the front and behind. A necklace with a Triforce symbol, yet one with a spiral-eyed symbol in the middle...Golden cuffs, a choker and a belly chain. Green and gold, his new colors, the deep shades of the forest suiting him well as he discarded the silly vestments from prior, his tights and boots removed and forgotten about instantly. "Good job...You look splendid, my little galley slave...Now get on your knees and worship me right here~"
As she admired just how revealing that outfit was, one of the bolder choice she made and yet a very rewarding one, he obeyed as he was tipsy from wine and hypnosis as he got on his knees. Sliding off her pantaloons, her soaking wet pussy greeted him as she observed his reaction. He seemed to be as mesmerized by this, by its smell and the promises of pleasure, yet he acted quickly as his mouth went to work and right there it was ecstasy. The technique could use some refinement, which the cabin boy would certainly teach him in ways that she was extremely eager to experience, but the passion was most definitely there. More than that, the idea of this Link being hers now gave way to further ambition and unparalleled desires on her part. While she had the idea to form her own harem of them, she wondered just how many would fit in her cabin...or perhaps on her ship? She could have another one meant solely for pleasure cruises, where she'd actually enjoy sensual and sexual escapades with her strong corrupted heroes like the cabin boy and the galley slave...And just this thought alone made her shiver in delight as he stopped playing with her lower lips and went for her folds, digging his nose in.
"Oh yes...that's the spot~" Risky said, losing a bit of her composure, but she could allow herself to as she had claimed his soul for herself, this technique always a hoot to use, surprising in its efficiency as she could almost feel the pulse of that free will inside her still-spiraling bra, the ongoing magical massage to her chest and nipples going on with a tranquil yet constant build-up. As he was licking her insides, coating his tongue in her juices, he could feel him sniffing away, letting her scent and arousal fill his lungs as she could tell she'd enjoy him just as much as her cabin boy. Then he reached her G-spot as she convulsed and adjusted her position, only to see that his penis was twitching madly again, ready to burst...she could sympathize as she was on the edge too. "Don't let up...Your mistress demands you go faster and deeper~"
And so he did, which made her arch her back while one of her hand slipped below her bra to give way to some self-groping. Her thighs clenched around the galley slave's head, pulling him in as he licked and kissed, suckled and worshiped and soon it made her climax and explode, her honey going on to cover his face as she moaned loudly and openly, not caring one iota who would hear her. She was Risky Boots, the invincible and hypnotic goddess of Hyrule, the Queen of the Seven Seas...and she had champions and heroes at her beck and call, acting as lovestruck servants...and this was the best.
"Don't you dare stop~" Risky said teasingly, releasing the pressure of her thighs as her fingers brushed Link's hair and pushed his nose further in, stopping his attempt to get more air in order for her to receive more stimuli. Until she'd be satisfied, there would be no stopping this...be it that pussy worship or her acquisition of more pretty and strong slaves like him. And so Risky was already planning, not just her next orgasm...
But also her next move.