A link to Risky
Link could certainly use some help here.
Things were certainly dire for Hyrule, with the maidens being captured in crystals, Zelda joining them and his quest leading him to danger and turmoil aplenty. The evil wizard Aghanim had put a bounty on his head, the guards were looking for him and he had to amass power, to make sure he'd be able to fight against the power usurper, free everyone and make sure Hyrule would be tyranny-free...yet he was but a young man with apparently a great destiny in front of him. Many ordeals were there before he'd claim the Master Sword, the one weapon who could vanquish the darkness, with three pendants needed in order to be deemed worthy of wielding the mystical and legendary blade. It was a lot to take in, many strangers either hindrances or great help in his adventure, as he ventured to all corners of this sacred land, leading him to wonders and terrors alike.
And now he was a bunny.
That portal beneath that rock had been certainly something that lead him to more trouble than it was worth as his scrawny body could barely carry all his gear, his muscles and body morphology certainly not fit for battle in any way. This gave way to a very different outlook in terms of survival as Link saw many monsters he hadn't witnessed before, some of them actually people afflicted with the same transformative fate as him, turned into bizarre and harmless forms by this place they called the Dark World. A reflection of Hyrule, its shadow in a manner-of-speaking, where all that was evil and corrupted could be found. Tales were told of the Moon Pearl, an artifact who could keep those changes at bay, making sure the integrity of its wielder would ever stay pristine and that it could be found within a place called the Tower of Hera. It was said that a passage through the Dark World was necessary to reach it, so Link went on to steel himself whilst trying to gain access to this powerful object, lest he wouldn't get the fabled weapon which would make him save all of Hyrule.
He ventured with prudence, trying to dodge and flee enemies whom he'd have fought against prior to this, but in this form battle was ill-advised. Out of his comfort zone, which was getting larger every day given the many troubles he found, he couldn't help but worry about the effects of prolonged alteration to his being, to venturing inside the Dark World as perhaps he'd get stuck like this forever. Those were pessimistic thoughts, things he tried to keep away from his own observation and thinking process if only to keep hope alive in his heart, yet eventually he came to a roadblock and without any portal to get back in the Light World. This twisted version of Hyrule seemed to have caught another person in its wake as he tried to think of a solution, perhaps to return back where he first appeared to find an exit, but the paths and layout were not entirely similar, the mountainous region inhospitable and weird to him. As such, he got progressively lost, until he got to a plateau where he began to take a breather, where no enemies and monsters could be found for him to avoid.
"Over here, Link," a voice was heard, feminine as he turned his head toward the source of that sound, his bunny ears flopping around as he saw a mysterious stranger garbed in a large purple cloak, advancing toward him slowly until she stopped in her tracks when she got his attention. The only things of note that could be seen were her red-colored eyes, visible through the shadow of the hood on top of her head as she observed him. "I know who you truly are, hero of Hyrule. I am here to help you find your destiny."
Seeing that she had his attention, the stranger went on to remove her hood to reveal her face, one still very much human and unaltered by the whims of the Dark World. She wore a red and white bandanna which was adorned with coins and beads, atop purple hair as her beautiful features were easy to visually latch onto. Very pale skin with hints of purple to it, a youthful yet still mature appearance, she was rather alluring in all sorts of ways just by looking at her visage, something that Link noticed despite himself as she moved her hand inside her cloak, showcasing the shadow of a rather curvaceous silhouette and a rupee hanging from an unknown vintage point of her body, yet it was barely seen as she showcased something of a greater importance.
"This is a Moon Pearl, one that I worked very hard to obtain for you," she said, balancing it in a playful manner between her fingers, making it roll on the palm and then back of her hand through dexterous trickery as the polished and lustrous precious stone seemed to bedazzle and absorb a part of darkness, shimmering with light. As soon as it was revealed and witnessed, it was gone however as the cloaked woman turned around before glancing back at him. "I wish to help you in your journey, toward its final destination. Come along and I shall give it to you...unless you'd prefer to stay as a harmless pink bunny for the rest of your days~"
That last part was a bit too teasing, a smirk on her face as Link saw this as perhaps too good to be true. Beneath that beauty seemed to hide something sinister, a particular vibe which he didn't know if he could trust, yet Link didn't quite have a lot of options right now. Some people of dubious background did help him prior, like that secluded witch with her potions or fairies hidden in fountains, so it was not unprecedented that odd meetings could be beneficial. She extended a hand for him to take, for her to guide him and as he approached her he grabbed it. Immediately he felt the fur on his flesh and those bunny ears diminish, light filling him and returning him to his regular clothes, able to wield his equipment. It was sudden and perhaps a little too much as he lost consciousness, this transfer of effect from the Moon Pearl being rough and difficult for his body and mind to withstand.
However long it lasted, he eventually regained consciousness and awareness of his surroundings as he felt a touch groggy, yet soon saw that he was unharmed and unbound, a good first sign. A quick look around made him notice that he was inside some caravan, the structure making him realize this and yet it seemed oddly large, as if some kind of magic was weaved around. Pillows and cushions could be seen where he was, him resting upon them as there was a small table with a crystal ball resting upon it, tinted windows which made it hard to notice if it was night or day, a large throne-like chair upon which side rested his sword and his shield. Candles were lit in multiple spots, giving way to a mellow though softly eerie atmosphere, yet Link could feel that the oppressive ambiance of the Dark World was gone among another thing: a rather special scent. Incense was being burned within golden burners in all corners of the room, including where he was as it filled the place with a warm, enticing smell almost devoid of bitterness, one that did fill him with a certain peace while the smoke gathered upon the ceiling, purple swirls forming in a semi-transparent fashion.
The swirls themselves seemed to gather and act as if they possessed their own will, wisps fleetingly teasing the ceiling and the environment within the caravan, his nostrils included in their amusement. The burners themselves were of gold as he noticed prior, yet checking them out further made them seem both eerie and yet intricately mystical, with some moblin-like creature of wide eyes, no nose, no lips, nothing in terms of facial features. A bandana and pantaloons-wearing little entity sitting cross-legged, holding up a bowl above its head where the incense could be found, wrapped up by serpents while the most subtle swirls were carved upon its eyes, into the shiny surface of the gold where the purple swirls seemed to occasionally gather as if to make those details much more noticeable. It was the strangest thing, fascinating and yet a little touch disquieting as Link knew not if he was really in the safest of places as the scent of incense titillated his nostrils.
Uncertain about whether or not he was still in danger, he saw that the woman was close to the throne and his weapons, perhaps barring the way for him to fight her, though her smile seemed to suggest otherwise as she noticed that he was awake. The swirls seemed to gather around her, highlighting her presence and making it so the purple semi-glow of her pale skin was even more obvious to the naked eye...what could be seen of it anyway.
"Welcome back, Link. Allow me to properly introduce myself: I am called Risky Boots, known in some circles as the Mistress of the Mysterious and as a fortune teller extraordinaire~" she told him, pleased with her own titles and the mystical aura it gave her as she approached the crystal ball, trailing a single finger upon its surface to highlight what she spoke of. "It is because of my talents that I saw your predicament and your needs, making it so my wish to assist you in achieving greatness, in helping this handsome hero, could be a success. It seems I have reached you in time too, if I may be so bold."
Link still felt a bit dazed, taking in slow breaths of air as he adjusted his position while looking at her. She was still cloaked, hiding her appearance from him save for her face as he didn't quite know if he should trust her, especially if she took his main means of offense and defense. A certain tiredness awoke in him, making it so moving his muscles were a little harder than it should be. He was indeed out of danger in a way, which he was grateful for, yet who knows what kind of agents Aghanim could have in his employ as he tried to be on his guard despite it all.
"The Dark World is not kind to invaders and those unprepared, as you've seen, and I'm afraid it's taken its toll on you," she explained, knowledgeable on the subject given that she did indeed travel inside this special and oppressive realm to save him. She picked up the Moon Pearl again and placed it on the table where he could see it before she turned her gaze back to him, a little smile on her face. "You will need to rest, to recuperate in order to be in perfect shape for what awaits you. As such, I offer you lodging and counsel for the night, should you accept it. Come morning, you will be fresh and ready to go toward your fate, but for now you should relax~"
Link felt just a touch groggy, associating this sensation with his fatigue more than anything else as he unwittingly adjusted himself to the pillows beside and beneath him. While the smoke from the incense burners could be suspicious, its smell was indeed easy on the lungs and nostrils and Risky was unaffected by its aroma, which meant that it could only be safe. Unbeknownst to him, however, was the fact that she had built an immunity to its scent as Link partook of it more and more unwittingly, making that last suggestion of hers reverb within his psyche as he did relax just a bit more, dropping his guard if only slightly. The narcotics within the incense made him feel dizzy yet in a way that was hidden to his senses, his perceptions fooled to mistake tiredness for grogginess and alteration of his train-of-thought. The constant spirals upon the ceiling, the half-invisible purple smoke from the incense ever at the forefront of his sight did not help in that general lack of mental acumen
"A very wise choice from a most worthy hero, I must say. Wits and looks, a very good combination. Do not worry, you can leave anytime you want, as you are no prisoner but a precious guest of mine~" Risky stated, her own voice a little playful and even melodious, especially in the part where she praised him, causing Link to blush a little. Unaccustomed to such remarks on his own appeal, it did make him feel good to hear such a woman compliment him. "It has been a while since I had a prestigious and easy-on-the-eye guest like you, so you can believe me when I say I'll take very good care of you for the night and show you how important it is for you to take care of yourself, to learn to relax~"
As Link felt a little more at ease, especially due to the smoke and the words of Risky Boots, he began to sink in even deeper into the overfilled pillows, sighing a little as he did sense that he could use a breather. Always being on the run, fighting, a lack of proper sleep schedule did make him feel exhaustion and stress and perhaps indulging in the company of such a beauty like her could indeed be a good thing. Maybe he was just being overly-cautious now.
"The way you sit do make me think of Sheikhs and Sultans from back home where I come from, before I moved to Hyrule. Rulers with great responsibilities...but also a propensity for great fun to balance things out as they'd indulge within their harem...and I think you need the same kind of relief they get as judged by what I'm seeing here and now~" Risky pointed out as a sole finger indicated that she knew how he seemed to react to her presence and to her flirting, an erection popping up between his legs as he was so relaxed that they were far apart, making that bulge obvious to the trained eye. As Link felt a bit embarrassed, she chuckled softly before resuming her speech, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "No need to be so self-conscious, as I take this as a great compliment...but if you're so happy to see me like this, perhaps you'll be even happier without this in the way~"
She removed the cloak slowly, revealing her actual attire and nothing could have prepared Link for what he was seeing as the faintest hints from earlier were no indicative of the true beauty and allure that Risky Boots possessed. Her vestments left little to the imagination, a mixture between sinister and downright sexy as her purple pantaloons were a bit translucent, making it so he could discern her thighs and her crotch, her skull-shaped top was low enough to expose cleavage from her generous chest and the rest was but artifice. Golden accessories, cufflinks on her wrists, a skull-belt around her waist yet low enough to expose her hips, frills here and there and curved slippers to demonstrate an exotic regalia that was very eye-catching...yet not as much as what it barely concealed as Link drank of her form. The purple incense itself seemed to magnify what he saw, what had to be seen and delightfully observed as he unwittingly followed the spirals in the open air as they clinged to these curves, as if brushing and tenderly, teasingly showing off the beauty of mystical yet sinister proportions.
She wasn't dressed in a way to actually hide her sumptuous pale flesh, the slight purple sheen definitely on display as her shoulders, cleavage and midriff were all there to be seen and appreciated. Her hips were wide and smooth, her curves were sculpted with such care as to be artful and her belly was smooth, with a rupee attached to a small chain lodged within her navel, which was itself round and deep and enticingly visible. With the cloak gone, her rather teasing smile and her body on display, Link was indeed more than a little smitten as his erection began to rise some more, her exotic allure certainly not making him indifferent to what he saw as Risky observed him from her standing point, looking down on him which made this all the stranger and yet more enticing to the strangely aroused hero.
"It is quite obvious we both like what we're seeing very much. But do try to relax and enjoy the moment, yes?" Risky said with a little wink, teasing him which only made Link feel lustful, yet also lightly conflicted in how he did need to prepare for anything. She was not making it easy, however, as she was a distraction that proved to be extremely fun to stare at as Link couldn't help but indulge in the sight of her. That incense only served to surround those breasts of hers, those fine hips as he indulged with some small amount of guilt...yet with the inability to stop himself nevertheless. "I know just the thing for this, to go along what I said earlier about rulers and their harem. Just wait and see what I have in store for you, my hunk of a hero~"
It was an invitation that she did not wait for a reply coming from him as she began to softly bump her belly forward and backward, adjusting her stance as she went on to perform a dance that Link had never witnessed before, yet which was pretty alluring to the eye. It focused on her midriff and upper body, her legs merely there to help her redistribute her weight and put her in different position as as she took breaths that went on to become more elaborate, her abdomen began to softly undulate as the light of the nearby candles seemed to lightly reflect upon her pale skin, making it all the more awe-inducing and oozing with a specific kind of sensuality that Link was definitely not all that resistant to...not that he should be as hesitation began to pervade his mind about his own sense of insecurity clashing with his own enjoyment. Yet he was as magnetically pulled to those simple gestures, the sensuality of the slight purple highlight even reflecting upon the incense which was being breathed in...as if he was not just smelling a general relaxing fragrance but her as well.
"I do enjoy someone who pays attention, to do this for someone really worth it...and you, my dear Link, are very much worth the trouble~" Risky continued as her arms began to undulate too, serpentine as they rose higher to chest-level. She pushed her waist slightly forward and then went on to gyrate her hips, causing for her belly to stretch while she went backward, then undulate a few times when she returned to the forefront, a skillful move which emulated a sea upon her skin. "Do relax for me, if you please. You are safe with me, free to appreciate what I offer while we both bask in the comfort of very pleasant company~"
He did need to learn to relax, that much was clear as his breathing had indeed began to slow down, to get slightly longer as the incense continued to softly invade his nostrils and lungs, making him feel a touch mellow. He was indeed free to leave whenever he felt the need to, his weapons right there and Risky had been going out of her way to make him feel at ease. Perhaps he could be a little more in the moment, ceasing his stressful thinking of his quest for the respite of a single night as he found it easier and easier to concentrate on Risky and her motions, on that sublime dance as she brought her hands close to her chest, her fingers beginning to teasingly and sensually trace a spiral pattern upon her top, in the eyes of that skull she wore...and then a slight pattern emerged, one that Link wasn't prepared for in the slightest. Despite the constant spiral motif barely visible in the air, whispering silently into symbols and swirls, he was still not ready for the next step as Link breathed in heavily now, a result of his arousal as what came next would definitely go on to imprint a particular iconography within his psyche.
Growing bolder and certainly more looking for thrills, this time Risky went without the usual amount of preparations and subterfuge, going all in right here and then as she had manifested the spirals right here and then. No twirls, no safeties, a pure challenge on her part and yet she was winning, the best part of any trial as far as she was concerned. Seeing him smiling and leaning even further on the pillows gave her the impulse to go ahead as the spirals began to grow and expand upon her top, the hypnotic spell beginning its course as she couldn't help but smirk in a malicious manner, her feelings known and her intents a little more out in the open. "Now let's see about you relaxing even more for me, yes?" she said, her voice full of confidence, of daring as she regulated her breathing to keep her stamina due to her dancing, partaking of the sweet yet also bitter incense, aware that he was doing the same and yet was much, much more affected by it than she was.
Link ever had a nagging thought about all of this, though. This seemed too good to be true, the way she offered such things, appeared at a convenient time and just tried to seduce him out of the blue felt wrong and the apparition of such spirals sent a signal to his brain. The way he relaxed further, how she emphasized that term and concept, it all lead to a simple explanation: she was trying to hypnotize him. As such, he tried to get back up as his body felt heavier, his efforts harder to muster and yet he knew that the fate of all rested upon his shoulders. The pull of the pillows and their comfortable warmth was tough to fight against, yet he did so slowly and feebly as he almost got back to his feet, yet in all of this he made a grave mistake: his eyes never left the spirals who kept on growing and spinning. He had already been conditioned despite his knowledge, the incense having done a lot of the work before Risky said anything, making it so he couldn't stop seeing them even in the subtlest of fashion...and that bustier was anything but little or subtle.
Risky had to admit that she was impressed, however, by the resistance this one was showcasing...and how futile it was. He seemed to tremble due to the might he had to pull off in order to stand, his body seemingly magnetically pulled to the pillows as he took deep breaths of the mesmerizing narcotics that made him so suggestible to begin with. It was valiant and if she left him to his own device perhaps he'd even be able to flee...but she certainly wasn't about to grant him that opportunity as she began to talk. "I said I would help you relax, my sweet little hero...and I meant what I said~" Risky said, her voice touched by mischief and seduction alike as she began to sway her breasts along with her hips, one going in a specific direction while the other went into a different one, creating a double-pendulum effect for him to glue his eyes onto. Even while he rose, his gaze was fixated upon her chest and her body as the spirals kept on expanding as per her will, making this little spectacle all the more amusing for her. "Just pay attention to the spirals and to my voice, relax, take a few deep breaths. Do you even know why you're standing anymore, what is it you're trying to do? I think you do not~"
Link had indeed succeeded in being on his own two feet, defiant and yet what Risky spoke off rang true: he had forgotten the point of this attempt. His efforts had been so focused on physical and mental exertion that the true purpose of this maneuver was lost while he was left exhausted. He did need to relax, to take a break as the spirals on those sumptuous breasts of hers just waved left and right...left and right...left and right...bouncing as they swung just like those gorgeous hips as even though this still rang like a bad idea he couldn't pull his eyes away from this sexy sight. Bordering between a decision and another, to stay or to go, his confusion gave Risky ample opportunity to make it so he'd come to the wrong decision as her smirk widened at the call of this challenge.
"You are so full of stress, of doubt, torn between so many choices to make. I'm sure all of this can wait as you just look at me, gazing deeper and deeper into the spiral as you relax~" Risky began to suggest, her swaying kept ongoing as her generous chest bounced a little with each sway, making it so her cleavage was even further highlighted in this, though right now all Link could focus upon was the repetition in front of him as well as those spirals which kept on spinning toward an epicenter that was never reached. Red and yellow, yellow and red in the other, or perhaps the opposite as those colors fascinated him perhaps as much as her dance, that body being indeed delightful to stare at and yet there was perhaps something to be wary of...yet he couldn't really distinguish it as he kept on gazing at those breasts. Standing up was an exercise in endurance, one that seemed to need to be kept ongoing yet the reasoning behind such a decision eluded him and it was so much simpler to stare at those bountiful jugs. The incense felt even thicker, swallowing much of everything and yet enveloping her in mystique, power and appeal while the swirls only seemed all the more overwhelming to his eyes and senses. "It's much more fun to stare at the spirals and my breasts, the two being the same. They make you happy as they are so seductive, so pleasant to look at. They make you want to relax, don't they? Why don't you stare at them for a little longer?"
He couldn't help himself but agree as indeed there was something incredible about them that he couldn't quite distinguish, but the logic behind that seemed so simple. They were large, enticing and swaying in front of his face as the spirals locked themselves upon his eyes and his thoughts, keeping him occupied and distracted as they were attached to a splendid woman who...couldn't be trusted? He didn't quite know where this perception came from, but as quick as it appeared it seemed to disappear in the epicenter of those spiraling breasts that were now rotating as Risky began to rotate her shoulders, creating a whole new way to appreciate this little performance.
"So many details to notice, to observe...how the red and yellow never mesh together...how one is focused on one color while the other has the opposite being dominant, creating two patterns...how they seem to glow now, basking everything in their glorious radiance...you can't help but see all this as you're focusing a lot on them...and it's so blissful to do so, isn't that right?" Risky continued, taking her time with a gentle and soft voice, the opposite of her expression of pure wicked delight as she could see the struggle within him diminishing as his own sight hadn't averted from the object of his utter admiration. As she sped up and slowed down the spirals to further confuse and entice him, she chuckled a bit as this amusement provided for a great induction, yet this was only the start as she bent forward to make them get even closer to his own gaze. "The deeper you look, the better it feels, doesn't it? It brings you peace and arousal, the sexy spirals beginning to spread and it makes you happy. You so need to relax and they give you those vibes, those feelings...and you can't get enough~"
Link agreed despite himself, his own appreciation indeed increasing by the minute as he was guided toward a sordid fate, inside a trance of self-abandon as his own hesitations was swayed aside, brushed by those hips of hers as if they were being dusted off to be forgotten. What she said seemed all true, as if they were his own thoughts made manifest into a pretty voice as the spirals did seem to drink in everything, basking everything in their light as soon he couldn't distinguish much of anything else beside them as they not only appeared in the windows, on the floor or in the shadows of those candles...but in his eyes as well. Absolutely mesmerized, he forgot himself a little as his mouth hung open while his gaze glazed over, the hints of the red and yellow spirals appearing to cover his expression into a semi-docile and suggestible vulnerability. Even his body reacted to this as it unwittingly swayed along, a puppet to those hips and those breasts who were spinning slowly yet constantly, bringing him a numb bliss inside his spirit as the hero of Hyrule was getting weaker and weaker, all thanks to Risky Boots.
"Now, I think it might be wiser for you to get down on a better position if you want to watch my dance, as standing up makes you feel so tired and exhausted. It would be much better if you went on to kneel, don't you think so?" Risky strongly suggested and the result of this act was obedience in a blind and silent fashion, with Link indeed following what she said without any proper reaction. She felt thrilled now, the challenge met with success as his own eyes were still glued to her breasts, his trance getting strong enough for her to get a little more serious, her opening now wide enough for the real fun to start. "It feels good to do as I say, does it not? Let me show you how great it can be as I'll start to get serious this time around as I shall dictate on where you should gaze from now on. All you need to do is follow my moves and listen to my sublime voice~"
Right there and then the dance shifted as she returned to an upstanding stance as she swayed her hips and made it so her breasts stopped following the same motion. She placed her hands on her hips for a spell before then crossing them in front of her belly, then rising them up above her head, palms clasped together. The swaying kept on going wider and slightly faster before eventually that rhythm was broken by a single hip drop, as if that waistline of hers was striking down on the anvil of Link's mind before she then went on for figure-eights, pushing her hip to the front and then to the side before doing the same with its opposite. With one leg in front of the other, she did so with her lower back very softly arched in order to really emphasize her midriff and hips as Link gazed down upon that even though his attention was still very much settled on her breasts.
"I am the spirals, Link, as any and all of my assets are as alluring and beautiful to watch. Take my hips, for instance, so nimble and wide, so easy to look at...going in sexy motions, brushing away your thoughts as you relax so much, thinking of the spirals, thinking of me~" Risky said as she brought her foot forward again, switching her stance while the figure eights went on to change slightly as they were lifted up and brought down while they were pushed aside in spins, going for a loop of hip rolls and figure-eights all at the same time. "In fact, wouldn't it be better if I began to think for you? You seem stressed and could use the reprieve. Just focus on my dance, on my sexy hips and my gorgeous midriff and let them take your worries away as I do all the thinking from now on~"
Her voice sounded melodious to Link as it did feel natural for him to be on his knees, looking up at this impossible beauty while he instinctively did as she said. The spirals were still everywhere, coloring and tinting everything and yet the way she spoke made it so easy to focus upon what she said and did. Those hips were indeed sublime, their flexibility and their flawless, luscious appearance made his heart race as he focused on her performance, his concentration near-absolute as he felt as if she was brushing away the cobwebs of his mind with her body, making him feel at peace.
"That's right...focus on my dance and my voice...no thoughts...you just have to let me tell you how the spiral and my body are the only things you ought to be interested in...how they follow my voice just like you do...just like my belly and navel shall now become much, much more interesting to you~" she began to suggest as those complex figure eight stopped right at their peak as her hips were high, then dropped again before she went on to suck her belly in, then push it out in a slow fashion that built up in speed and complexity, her hands hovering to the side of her abdomen to bring further focus upon them. "So smooth, flat and yet with subtle and supple curves...so nice to gaze at...so, so sexy...you can't help but fall in love with that...my deep navel too...it makes you think of the spiral...which makes you think of me~"
There was indeed something about it which made him compare that enormously attractive part of her to the spiral as Link was eased into becoming increasingly mindless. An element of particular notice was the rupee attached to a chain which was red in one moment, but then switched to yellow the next as it swung left and right due to her sublime movements as Link hyper-focused on her belly and navel. It was as if that belly button was sucking him in, seducing him silently and enchantingly as echoes of the spiral seemed to appear, only to vanish within a second as his senses were no longer entirely his, yet still there for him to appreciate even further what was going on despite its danger.
"As you're falling in love with my midriff, focused on my dance, relaxing, your gaze inevitably returns up while still focusing on my abdomen as my breasts wants to show you something sweet: the spirals~" Risky added, seeing his own stance switching slightly as he was following her words to the letter, a joyful little display as his own eyes began to fill with spirals even more, yet they were slow still as this was but the start of something glorious. She continued her flutters, only to turn them into belly rolls as she arched her back further while snaking her arms in a come hither fashion, putting her breasts on display much like her flexibility as she shook them in a reckless, yet sexy fashion. "They are addictive, so fun to watch, as entertaining as listening to me speak as you are so relaxed, so pleased in just doing as I say. It is a result of watching me dance, hearing me speak...and thinking of nothing but the spiral and myself~"
Link began to act half on his own, impulses guiding his lips as he spoke for the first time since they met, the ever-silent hero unable to retain a specific reaction. "Fun to...watch...doing...as you...say..." he said in a whisper, yet Risky was listening eagerly as it made her shiver in delight, making it even easier for her to tremble her chest in an overwhelming fashion as if she wished to eject and spread the spirals even further. Returning to an easier stance to maintain, she brought her arms behind her head as she then bounced her breasts in a pattern: left, down, right, down, an arch-sway that was superbly effective as she returned to swaying her hips before then spinning them around with a circular and wide motion.
Link had never been the most verbose of being on any plane of existence, in any timeline. To hear him mutter words so meekly and submissively was ever a treat to Risky as she vaulted just a little forward while taking one step towards him, to really let that trembling shake up his mind as well. "Very good...if you repeat it that way, then certainly you agree with what I'm saying, yes?" Risky said, going for faulty yet easily understood logic as she moved one hand forward and twirled her wrist quickly before beckoning for him to watch her bosom with a single finger that was pulled toward her slowly but surely. "It just feels so easy to be in agreement with someone as pretty as I am...and I am gorgeous, yes?"
"So easy t-to...agree..." Link repeated, his innate senses claimed and held by the spirals, his reason shaken away by those breasts and the yellow and red swirls upon them. Some very faint purple even could be witnessed from his point of view, the incense itself seemingly in accord with the dancing damsel that so fascinated the hero of Hyrule. "G-g-gorgeous..."
There was no conviction in his voice, no energy either, yet the parrot-like and weak-sounding repetition nevertheless delighted Risky. She took one more step forward and stood tall while she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, this time opting to tower over him and make him look up to her, to cement the difference in power between them. "Why, anyone trying to guide you from safely away, never needing to do anything difficult while you do all the work...they shouldn't be trusted, don't you believe?" Risky continued, hiding her true intent so as to not play with fire yet as she talked about Zelda, the princess most usually being behind the scene while Link did everything...or at least in a lot of the Hyrule she had gone to. "Much better to listen and to follow the guidance of someone near, someone who knows how to reward those who knows how to mindlessly obey~"
Link gazed upward, his own eyes indeed pulled by the strings of her beauty, amplified by that chest of hers carrying the spirals that enchanted him so. He felt small before her, the way she spoke making her feel wise even though was she told could almost be sacrilegous. He couldn't help but repeat, his own mind absorbing the lessons given to him while his lips moved on their own. "S-shouldn't be...be...be trusted..." Link said, seeing the underlying meaning behind that statement as if it was hidden and meant only for him to interpret, a trick of the language that Risky had developed over many inductions. "R-r-reward...mindlessly...o-obey..."
"Yes, it feels good to stop thinking altogether, to let me do it for you. The spirals spin around and around like my hips as you notice all that you love, that you adore about me...My hips, my belly, my navel, my dance, my voice, my chest and of course...the spirals~" Risky said, going for a bolder declaration as she smirked in a smug manner, unable to contain herself as she isolated her dance to a level of skills that she hadn't displayed in a long time. She too was getting into it as the swaying, dizzy and entranced Link made her want to dominate him, to corrupt and own him quickly, yet she had to take her time as she wished for this to last longer, if only for self-indulgent reasons. Her crossed arms were removed, letting her bosom sway freely as her performance seemed to grow in power even within her own perceptions. "All of this and more are becoming your sole focus, pushing away everything that would make you unhappy. I make you feel contentment, bliss, elation...and you want more and more of it, no matter the price~"
All of this easily overpowered and overwhelmed the young man, staring at a beauty hypnotizing him with her beauty and wiles. The deep breaths he took colored his lungs, making him feel a certain apathy toward everything else beside her as it allowed for her suggestions to echo within his psyche. The dance and the rupee hanging on to her navel, with its shifting colors alternating between red and yellow, only made it so the spirals grew in importance and appeal as soon its pattern emerged in all places. The smoke of the incense caught on the ceiling was filled with thicker and larger swirls, the windows threw shades of a circular pattern being repeated, even Risky's voice seemed to project them as Link was utterly lost, sucked inside it as it became the sole thing that anchored him to anything at all, under the firm control of Risky Boots. The repeating loops never subsided, holding him in with a dark and yet seductive hold that was enhanced and controled by none other than Risky Boots...and he was weirdly enjoying it despite it being so odd and contradictory to his own values...or was it?
The way a subtle smile appeared on his face told her that she could go even further now, something which brought her excitement as Risky knew by now that she ought to take this to the next level as her hip circles went on to get faster, diminishing in size to become waist gyrations and then return to hip circles, emulating the spirals herself. "It feels magnificent not to think, to let me do it for you. You've been doing it for a while as it becomes more and more natural to follow my lead~" Risky stated, forgoing the more suggestive element or formulating this as a question, instead taking the lead as now she would dictate how things were, what he would think about. The spirals in his eyes, his absolute fascination told her that he would be receptive as he began to slightly drool while watching. He was focused and yet distant, unable to properly concentrate on any specific part and yet trying to do so as his eyes began to emit even more of those red and yellow spirals, now much more perceptible to her. "After all, thinking would distract you from my dance, from the spirals, from my incredible beauty which makes you feel so relaxed so happy. It would be foolish to go against what I say since it makes you feel unparalleled ecstasy~"
Link nodded again, his reactions and thoughts no longer his own and yet it didn't matter. Nothing was actually as important right now as Risky Boots and her dance, as her own performance which made him feel tranquil, undisturbed after so long. It was a haven for him, his own body feeling no exhaustion, no true need save for the desire to watch and listen, to let her guide him some more as there was but a few parts being active now: his eyes to stare, his ears to hear and his manhood as it twitched, burning with need as he felt aroused beyond belief. As he breathed in the incense more and more without truly thinking about it, it felt like as if he was connected to it as well as to the swirls, making him feel further compliant and absent as he swayed subtly in his seated position.
"Believe me, we are building to something great, so all you need to do is continue listening as the spirals spin and occupy everything, bombarding you with bliss...while I am drowning you in a divine sensation as I control it all~" Risky proceeded to say as she took one step forward, getting closer to him while her spinning began to slow down, then to stop just as her right hip reached an apex position as she then went on to do vertical figure-eight, rising it up and then going down with the other in a repetitive pattern. All the while she sucked her belly and pushed it out, creating ripples on her sublime stomach for Link to gaze at while her rupee went on to switch between red and yellow at a faster pace, matched in this by quicker spirals upon her top. Her arms went down and her wrists crossed before they rose back up again, making him follow their motions only for him to appreciate all inches of her hypnotic body. "More than arousal, elation, lust and love, you are filled with another sentiment right now and it is gratitude. You know of my important role, in how I've helped you by ensuring your escape from the Dark World...how I've given you lodging for the night...how I've made you feel such relaxation with my beautiful dance...how I've revealed your fascination with the spirals...all thanks to me as your gratitude only grows, becoming almost too much to bear~"
He could feel it inside himself, a sentiment of appreciation for her actions, for all that she had done as his own doubts from earlier, the context in which it all happened and everything related to it all simply vanished in favor of this gratitude that she spoke of. He did feel thankful for all that she had done as he drooled some more, both because of his trance and of of his arousal as he thought of things differently: if it weren't for her he'd still be a pink bunny, powerless and helpless in a hostile place. It wasn't just his well-being he owed her, but his life as those particular perceptions grew and grew further as Link was subjected to her will and her version of events, with nothing else able to persuade him due to his increasingly suggestible mindset when it came to this "fortune teller".
"It would be most natural for you to feel indebted to me, to think that you owe me a great deal. All those lessons, all those pleasurable sights I provide you with, the ecstasy of relaxation...it is all thanks to me~" Risky added, shifting his own mentality quickly and efficiently as she knew by now that his subconscious would be like a sponge as her vertical figure-eights went on to grow in speed, only for them to be reversed as her waist and hips undulated sensually while her arms went on to rest behind her head, removing themselves from view to focalize all of those motions of her upper body. "You want me to help you further, even if it makes it feel like you'll owe me even more, as my insight and my suggestions have been nothing but helpful so far~"
Her edicts and her dance spoke so eloquently as to convince him immediately, no stray thought or objection rising as he stared even deeper towards her. Soon there was no caravan, no floor, no ceiling...just a cavalcade of spirals which enchanted him, seduced him as this was the weight of Risky's knowledge, her understanding, her beauty all rolled into one and made so easy to stare at, to focus, to listen to. At this point he felt that he was a touch inferior to her given her own intelligence and skills of deductions and observations. All that she said was truthful, resonating deep within his skull as he nodded along, agreeing again by automatism as it became logical and natural to do so.
"Then let me make sure you shall have your share of my wisdom as you stare even deeper into the spiral for me. You will gain in insight the longer you stare and accept it, a gift from me to you~" Risky explained as this was actually far from the truth, her own top certainly capable of returning stray thoughts that were stolen, but here and now she wanted to drain Link of his will and intelligence, of his sense of self. The spirals began to glow even further, providing a deeper connection to Link as soon a feeble, barely perceptible strand was created between his gaze and the top as she felt it, beginning to make him lose his ability to fight back or concentrate on anything else. She stopped her figure-eights here and now, going on for shimmies of her shoulders and hips, making her body tremble in a perfectly-controlled pattern and rhythm, troubling his perceptions and yet making it so it was too appealing a sight for him to stare anywhere else. "Let your mind be filled with knowledge, with certainty. Let my mystical touch create confidence and absolutes within your psyche for you to be ready for your grand role to play~"
Risky Boots is the most beautiful woman in the world.
The spirals are incredible.
I am obsessed with them.
It feels good to be mindless.
It feels good when Risky makes me go mindless.
I am aroused and excited at the prospect of her telling me what to do.
Such thoughts began to invade his mind as Link went on to forget a few notions, all of them stolen from him by the top as its energy was tethered to his aura, to his being. He stared even deeper as those shimmies overwhelmed him, such shaking so skillful and impressive that no resistance could be mustered as his eyes were now full of spirals, his continuous staring at this pattern rendering him weak and utterly vulnerable, seduced in the worst and best of ways all at once.
"Yes, do not worry about a single thing...let me take care of you as you'll soon feel a deep wisdom within you, pooling up and ready to assist you in various situations~" Risky continued as she could feel the energy of his mind and spirit fill the top she wore, bringing in an almost-electric current upon her breasts which made her shiver in delight, speeding up her shimmies. Her shoulders were pushed back and forth, causing her chest to wobble and balance in all sorts of way as she tried to spin them to further the spiral while her hips were ablaze, rendering her body a veritable like quake of sensuality as she bit her lower lip to preserve her image of a dancer and mistress being in control. "Accept it all, let those new thoughts become mantras for you to recite and to learn by heart~"
I adore Risky Boots.
I worship her being.
I love her midriff and her navel.
Her hips are the best.
The spirals and her are one and the same.
I revere the spirals, thus I revere her as well.
Increasingly mindless, Link began to smile in a silly fashion as a grin spread on his face. The spirals in his eyes, the red and yellow swirls, could barely keep up now as they were almost lightning-fast as his own priorities, his values, were being rewritten on the fly. Everything gravitated towards Risky Boots, around her own existence as he accepted it all, even rejoiced in it as his own love and focus upon her seemed all the more justified now. Coupled with his sense of indebtment, this made it so it seemed logical for him to do whatever she'd say, agree with any demand as she was a gracious, generous and ever wise counsel...as well as the most strikingly gorgeous woman he had ever met.
"Very good. It is excellent that you accept my gifts and my offers, for I have a confession to make as our meeting was no mere chance...but destiny at work~" Risky continued as she went on to get closer to him, rolling her hips so as to preserve her energy, shimmies being hard to keep afloat for very long. She made some small flutters with her belly, highlighting her navel with a brush of her hand upon her stomach before then moving half-way toward Link, his position on his knees and drinking of her words, breathing in the incense only fueling his submission as she smiled mischievously at the knowledge of what she'd "reveal". "I am here to reward you for your diligence, for your efforts as there are many realms and dimensions beside this Dark World of yours...including one where I am the queen and goddess of a much-better Hyrule than this one...and I have come to claim you~"
As sudden as this revelation was, Link wasn't really in the best position to refute anything she said as he accepted it, marveled by this apparent existence of many more Hyrule, including one in which she was rightfully revered like a divine being. Her own belly motions, so sensual and hypnotic, made it so he focused on her navel as the rupee switched colors at a mad pace, getting nearer and nearer to his position as the entranced and enthralled Link was barely able to focus on anything else, now easily distracted in bodily terms while his own mind was entirely concentrated on the exquisite Risky Boots.
"No rewards shall ever be worthy for you if you stay here. No one would have danced for your benefit like this, provided you such helpful and necessary assistance...certainly not Zelda or any other unimportant damsel or maiden far removed from the danger. Most certainly not..." Risky said, beginning her ultimate pitch as they were perhaps a meter away from each other, her own hip rolls and flutters kept fast in order to occupy him as the top had finished draining all that it could, leaving him as a mindless fool caught in blissful stupor, a particularly sweet condition for her to take advantage of. "As such it is an honor for you to be considered for an important role, one ever at my side and ready to assist me, to provide me with what I want and need. I would bring you in my world where you would be able to forget the stress of this one, to alleviate the weight upon you shoulders by serving me, by becoming my subject as a new title would be bestowed upon you...as my slave~"
It seemed like a great idea for Link, whose senses of gratitude and indebtment were so great, his own willpower so feeble that he couldn't help but want to agree right now. However, something stirred within him, a voice that grew and resisted if only to ignite something that had fallen asleep within his psyche, which he simply couldn't ignore. It echoed through the purple incense occupying his lungs and fogging his brain, slipped past the mesmerizing yellow and red of the rupee and that beautiful bustier to tell him something important, something crucial even.
"Link, you have a much more important destiny than becoming this woman's slave. Wake up, fight back! All of Hyrule is counting on you...as am I."
This was true, a part of Link emerging back from his trance as he couldn't simply forsake everything for...for the lovely Risky Boots. For her glorious and sexy dance of pure mesmerism...no, he couldn't just abandon everything, not when he had barely started and hadn't even gained the Master Sword. His willpower spiked up, fighting an inner battle against suggestions and edicts that seemed so easy and enticing as he twitched a bit, the spirals in his eyes fading slowly but surely. Even the incense lost some of its aroma and flavor despite it being continuously pouring from the strange burners in all corners, one of the many details that Link had all but forgotten about during this induction.
For Risky Boots, however, this was a welcome change of pace, yet another challenge to overcome as he gave him absolutely no respite by going in for the kill, approaching him immediately as she bent down and placed her breasts inches before his eyes. She made the spirals go at full speed, going for an unfair advantage, the best kind, and then chuckled a little. "It is a lot to take in, so hesitation is normal, to be expected even, but follow me and I shall show you how absolutely happy you will become under my dominance~" Risky said, beckoning for him to follow with a single finger as his eyes latched immediately upon the massive mounds and those spirals as her dance was over, yet its effects still lingered upon his brain as his resistance and her hypnotic sway fought a silent battle, one caught in a standstill because of the sudden intervention of Princess Zelda. "I am, after all, gifted with divination and thus can actually unveil the future for you to behold. It is wondrous and promising, as you'll soon see~"
She guided him toward her small table, where her crystal ball could be found as she placed him right in front of it as she went to the opposite side, wasting no time as excitement filled her. Confident yet not stupid, she knew that this rebellion had to be squished and soon as Link was still dazed, the spirals still popping up in his sight here and there, yet as she guided her hands toward the shiny and flawless orb she was thankful about her scientist-slaves back in her own Hyrule. With her top and magic that had grown considerably since absorbing magical fragments and other such things, the crystal ball was but a trinket to project her own scenarios as the first thing she did while her hands hovered around it was project a subtle yet perceptible red and yellow spiral, making it so Link would latch onto it quickly.
"You need but gaze at the crystal ball to see the truth I speak of. Focus upon them much like you did with the spirals and my voice...and let me show you what delightful future awaits you~" Risky explained as she concentrated and made manifest itself a vision of a decidedly larger and greener Hyrule, one seemingly more attuned to nature and its wildlife as it looked peaceful, downright grandiose even as people walked in immense landscapes, a serenity to be found as its vision kept Link tethered to the crystal ball, helped in this by the spiral too. "This is my own queendom, where I rule and govern everything. Do you see how prosperous and calm it looks, how relaxing it would be to live in such a superb environment?"
It did seem to be a much more expansive and beautiful Hyrule as Link was fascinated by what he saw, unaware that this was something else entirely, not knowing all the facts about this land she was speaking of. Her hands and the spirals kept him focused, however, her magic making it so he was losing this new battle of will slowly and yet it wasn't over by a mile as she pressed her palms over the orb to emphasize upon it.
"Remember that this Hyrule is not your home. It is not the realm under your protection, the one that sorely needs you!"
Zelda's voice came in again, apparently able to observe from her position what he was witnessing. Having the benefit of having a clear mind due to the lack of incense in her own head and lungs, from the lack of constant spirals and mind-sucking swirls, she knew that Link was very much in need of help. He did hear what she had to say, yet Risky's hold upon his psyche was steadfast and strong, Zelda arriving a little too late though not so much that she could not be heard.
"Of course, all within are more than happy to be under my guidance and to be safely kept within roles that suit them the most. To know one's place and role can be such a boon~" Risky went on to explain, many zoom-ins upon citizens seemingly offering tribute as even their Zelda was seemingly kneeling in worship to the great Risky Boots, a sight which struck hard for both this version of Zelda and Link. "Destiny can be cruel...but I am not and everyone benefits from my own intervention in my own personal Hyrule~"
"This...this is not where you belong. She's trying to trick you, Link!"
Yet the lingering sight of even the princess, or someone incredibly close in look and presence as his own Zelda, kneeling and worshiping Risky Boots was a particular blow to his mind, especially the smile that she had alongside those spirals within her gaze.
"It is a great place for me to exploit, to find things to be offered as tribute to me as riches and splendor all belong to me...and rightfully so~" Risky explained, further cementing her own particular role and what she was owed as she then changed the vision to a different one altogether. Three ships bobbing offshore of Hyrule, each one ridiculously large and imposing as one quick view of the deck of a single one of them revealed that an immense pile of treasure could be found alongside a great many small men dressed in red and with skin as black as coal, shadow beings with globulous eyes. A zoom-in however caused for Link to see himself toiling alongside those creatures, himself wearing the same exact vestments as those diminutive beings as he grabbed treasures. He picked up the best pieces as his expression was neutral, yet his eyes were not filled with red and yellow spirals but only glowing brightly. A red bandana upon his head, no shirt and red pantaloons were all that he seemed to possess as his own neutral expression completed this strange look that was his in this vision. "But it'll be your privilege to be near my side, to bask in all this splendor too. You will see sights and wonders that very few would ever get to see...including me, of course~"
"N-no...this is not...this is not your destiny, Link. R-really!"
There was shock and hesitation within that intrusive voice, his own growing disdain from the princess as built up by Risky making it so he didn't listen as carefully as he should and she knew it. Zelda observed all this and where she saw something sordid and sacrilegous, Link only saw something that should not bedazzle him yet did. It was not logical, certainly not reasonable, yet the sight of him acting much like those featureless creatures and acting upon Risky's own command comforted him, the idea that she'd be there to guide him permeating that sight shown before him. It felt reassuring despite this being so wrong and yet...so right all the same.
"Yes, basking in opulence, filtering the best tributes, so close to me and aware that you'll be the one to see me smile in contentment when you'll give me excellence with your service and offerings~" Risky continued, showing a great many treasures within the pile that looked exactly like the equipment that Link carried upon him. The Master Sword, the spell books, even the Moon Pearl itself as Link placed it all into a chest that was decorated with a Triforce symbol upon which the middle was occupied by a spiral symbol. "On your knees, getting my approval and my best mood...a sublime fate, is it not?"
"This is...no...Link...please Link...you are meant to be more than...than just her slave..."
Link saw this and was indeed bedazzled by the treasure and those ships, gradually brought back under and yet his fiery spirit still seemed able to resist somehow, Zelda's assistance upon hearing of the fate that Link would befell is he succumbed prompting her to act in desperation and with the energy related to such a sentiment. The desperation in that voice within awoke some vestige of the hero he knew himself to be, a part that was being buried by spirals and hidden by incense. As Link saw himself working, surrounded by all of these things, it did arouse his curiosity as this Hyrule did seem capable of feats that his were not even close to replicating, technological wonders that he could not even fathom existed nor what functions they served. Yet it was the next vision which brought in the greatest result as Risky hovered and then touched the crystal ball with her hands, switching sight to inside her own cabin where a very peculiar and decidedly enchanting vision would be found: four different versions of Link, each one of them servicing her in some capacity.
"But being a slave to me is certainly a life that is fulfilling and rewarding as I am a generous mistress. Now observe this carefully and witness the truth of your fate~" Risky added as each Link was a little different to the other, with one being taller and more muscular, another seemingly simpler-looking in terms of traits and another a little more androgynous...and then there was him. Each one wore green and gold loincloths and not much else beside a collar, bracelets and earrings, with a special effigy on those pieces of jewelry of a Triforce with a spiral right in its center, her symbol which was seen once again. Risky was bathing while each one of them seemed to occupy her, with the more androgynous one dancing sexily for her pleasure, the taller version massaging her shoulders, the simpler one feeding her grapes while he himself ventilated her with the help of a huge fan, each one with their own roles as they each sported huge smiles, spiraling eyes and of course massive erections by being in her presence. "More worlds means more Link, as you would not be the first to accept my offer...but you would not be the least as serving me and pleasing your mistress would bear fruit~"
"What am I...this is...no...I..."
Small inconsequential and unfinished blurbs of Zelda's voice echoed within his psyche until the connection was silenced, much to the relief of Link. The idea of Zelda being this useless, nagging woman had been unfortunately implanted within his own subconscious, a force that drove her out without Link realizing it as the constant incense-inhaling and the whole visions made it so Zelda was simply driven out, reduce to nothingness. Now he could focus on him...and all other versions who so pleasantly and pleasurably served the gorgeous Risky Boots as she bathed...and then gazed upon him personally. It was as if he were with her right on the spot, included in this vision of paradise as he too felt massively erect, thinking of himself in the same vestments, forgetting everything else but her as Zelda was not even an after-thought at this rate, drained within the spirals and choked out by the incense.
The vision closed in to him and Risky, the one in the bath, smirked at him as she spoke in silence, the crystal ball certainly unable to convey sound yet he could read their lips and see that she was happy with his service, ready to reward him. With the subtle spiral framing this, it became a central focus for Link as she saw the Risky within the vision move one finger toward the bulge pointing inside the loincloth, getting ready to touch it. Unbeknownst to him, however, Risky was ready to do the same as everything was timed out to coincide as both the real and imaginary versions were touched and climaxed right here and there, the former picturing himself in this position while the latter merely reacted to the blissful reward he was receiving.
"So you see, it is far grander than you could ever imagine and such an offer shall not be repeated, as it would be futile, for I am never denied anything nor anyone I desire...and I want you as my servant~" Risky stated as the climax she gave him was more than enough incentive as Link was definitely back under her thumb, under her power as she smirked at the sight of him as he spasmed and seemed to climax still as if he had been broken, only to stop a few seconds later as her hold over him was much more steadfast now. "You have seen the future and it is splendid beyond belief, a complete happiness being your destiny and I am here to make it happen. Now, shall you become my slave, I wonder?"
It was a rhetorical question, Risky certain that she had done things right as Link could only nod as he was convinced that what he saw was the truth, the blissful realization of fate that awaited him. He couldn't even nod fast enough, as if his tongue and lips weren't working right now that he was back to being mindless again. It felt good to be back in charge for her, yet at this point she wanted to be absolutely certain as the crystal ball was deactivated. She took a moment to enjoy the sight before her or rather below her, the kneeling hero with drool on his lips, a smile on his face, spirals in his eyes and an enormous erection still despite how she made him reach orgasm but a few moments earlier. He looked pathetic, completely sapped out of any will or fight and yet she knew she could go further. With Risky not wishing to waste any time as she got closer to Link, much more so than prior times as she activated the spirals on her top once more while placing her belly inches before his face. Yet as she did so she heard something that gave her a thrill unlike any other.
"R...Risky...Boots..."
"There is but one final step if you want this to become a reality, for us to be finally cemented as mistress and slave~" Risky began to say, pacing her reveal as he looked up and could only fixate on her midriff now as the hypnotic energy she mustered spread down toward her rupee which changed color very rapidly, bringing his gaze to her belly and navel especially. Despite her enthusiasm, she wanted to pace things out so she could hear him say her name again with more confidence, with the reverence and adoration that she knew had been seeded within him. "You must surrender yourself entirely to me and the spirals~"
Already Link began to feel dazed in a pleasant way, seduced already by her pale flesh with purple tints, by her deep navel and the rupee attached to it as he could smell a mix of her perfume and the incense, its ever subtle and pervacious presence unfaltering as it did its number of Link's own senses and resistance. By now this smell alone seemed to arouse him as even though he had creamed his pants his penis still went on to start twitching again, the appeal of his soon-to-be-mistress far too grand to ignore.
"Risky...Boots..."
"You will give me everything that you do not need, that you have to discard in order to devote yourself to me. Your memories, your connection to this Hyrule and Zelda..." she began to explain as she began to roll her belly ever so slightly, letting him come close to his face more than a few times to tantalize him as while she couldn't see his expression she liked to picture it as blissfully entranced to the point of silliness, of looking stupid and undignified. He told her name again, though this time without stuttering...and with the tiniest hint of passion too. "Even your sense of self and your soul. It shall all belong to me in the end, so tribute everything to me right now~"
"Risky Boots..."
And then Risky went on to push forward with her power, the top actually being tinkered with and then replicated in this new accessory of hers as the rupee that she wore had special qualities that she hadn't tested out yet. Created by her own scientists and with a healthy dose of magic, it possessed a great many properties not dissimilar to her own top as it went on to change again and again from red to yellow, only for it to turn out so fast that the hypnotic energy contained within began to spread directly to her belly, creating a new red and yellow spiral that spun toward a new epicenter: her navel.
"There is no reason to deny this, no reason to refuse the call you feel so strongly in its appeal about your true destiny...becoming my slave~" Risky said as she began to softly sway her hips while she rolled her belly, trying to swing it gently left and right in its undulations to provide for a visually distinct and pleasurable sight as she felt a connection established between Link and her own midriff, a sensation that she was always looking forward to as she smirked upon feeling it. "Everything that you've ever wanted is right here, inches away from you. Just submit unconditionally to the spirals, to my midriff...and to your mistress~"
"Risky Boots."
He heard her, yet she was becoming somewhat like an echo, a whisper to his own spirit and soul as the proximity of her midriff and its sweet motions made his perceptions twist around. Link saw as if that belly was becoming giant, enveloping and sucking everything into its navel spiral as he himself felt a pull toward it that he couldn't deny or rebel against. He wanted this as his mind began to get drained even further, something that should worry him, that actually did for a few seconds of lucidity, yet ultimately didn't as he trusted Risky, his mistress. He accepted his role, anticipated it eagerly and this vision was but a new delight to partake it as this giant midriff and the spirals accompanying it was but a part of this exquisite experience.
"Risky Boots~"
Each roll seemed to pull something out of him, a strand which was connected and then assimilated by her navel only to disappear forever. Some of it was pulled inside the spiral, participating only to then be gone as those undulations and soft sways seduced and hypnotized him thoroughly as he felt weightless, floating before this vision of utter perfection: the belly of his sumptuous goddess-mistress. All part of him that was drained and sucked away felt blissful to see gone, to sense the detachment as he willingly offered everything that it wanted to take...and it was increasingly arousing and pleasurable to behold and experience.
"Risky Boots~"
He felt small, towered upon by this gorgeous belly and the navel as the spiral seemed to go fast, the rolls making that rupee swing back and forth as her mesmerizing dominance was absolute, caught in an illusion that he knew not whether it was real or not, yet it didn't matter so long as it felt ecstatic. Giving in tribute all that he had was fantastic as he felt a voice, some mere words being uttered by someone that should be familiar...yet wasn't. A certain Zel...Zel what he couldn't say. Its echoes were absorbed by that pale belly and it plopped inside the deep tunnel of her hypnotic navel as soon he felt the irresistible urge to let his actual soul be drained in such a fashion...and his desire was met with reality as he himself went on to notice that his senses were getting closer and closer to the navel as its beauty made him feel a certain sexual elation as his entire being trembled with anticipation.
"Risky Boots~"
He got much, much closer as he saw the chain and that supple, smooth midriff chest glistening as it took everything unneeded and savored it by pushing even more undulations his way, only for him to then feel the confines of that sexy navel pressuring upon his entire being. Another bright flash of self-consciousness, of awareness went on to jolt upon him, half-waking him up as the pressure of that navel squeezed then pulled it it. It was both as if he was there and not as his soul began to convert to a few glitters of gold until it was sucked inside the navel itself, which caused for Link to feel as if it happened to him, resulting in another messy orgasm as he creamed his pants yet again in response to what Risky was doing. Whatever small moment of understanding had been extinguished as soon as it appeared, his own spiritual self claimed by the one he'd claim as mistress as she shook and spoke the only thing that came to mind.
"Mistress Risky Boots!"
Risky knew what this meant as she had consumed yet again the actual soul of a hero. Hearing him say her name in a crescendo of submission and worship, into a chant-like mantra was always ecstatic, yet it never came close to the actual bliss of claiming one's eternal spirit for herself. She indeed felt the connection as she had taken what she needed from Link, including even further of his willpower and even his very soul as it caused for her belly to feel a sublime sensation unlike anything in this world, close to a climax herself yet she stopped herself before succumbing as she knew one of the most fun part was still there for her to enjoy: the rewrite. "Very well, now to make sure you know and feel only the necessary elements~" Risky said, not budging one inch as she rolled her belly very fast now, keeping her hypnotic power right there as this was to be the final step in actually claiming yet another Link. "You shall refer me as any of my proper titles from now on, which are Queen of the Seven Seas, Goddess of Hyrule, Owner of your soul and Mistress of your mind...and more should I feel inspired~"
He saw her and yet he didn't as this whole belly trance was kept ongoing, its surface glistening with power and radiance as if this was a holy communion, a message to be assimilated and enjoyed as those rolls got closer to him as he was projected onto this flesh. In reality, Risky was deliberately brushing her belly flesh upon his cheeks and lips, keeping him on edge as her belly spiral was kept strong and fast, yet to him it was something more sacred and seductive, a true vision of his absolute faith in his goddess. The spirals in his eyes grew, went on to become faster in a way that seemed almost like stroboscopes pulsating, his smile so wide and drool escaping as he was at her mercy, hearing nothing but her voice and caring about nothing else but her at this point.
"You have no name save for the identity and role that I am gifting to you, this incredible opportunity as you are not, nor have you ever been Link," Risky went on to say, rewarding and punishing all at once his resistance so as to treat herself for this challenge being overcome, a little pleasure for herself as he just drank of her words, shivering in ecstasy whenever she looked down as she was mighty content about how things were progressing. "Being a hero...the land of Hyrule...Princess Zelda...your life before are all irrelevant, no longer existing in fact...all that you've ever been, ever wanted to be, were always known as as both a title and an actual moniker is Slave~"
Just like that, Link indeed forgot it all as the draining of his personality, his traits and everything had been more than made solid as there was only the need to fill in the blanks and Risky gave him the purpose and past he needed even though it was vague. He heard her echoes as he prayed and worshiped her belly and the spiral upon it, the divine navel as they rolled so fast making everything pulsate, including himself. He was attuned to her now, almost like an accessory and spiral that she controlled, which was nirvana for someone like him.
"All skills you have were gifted to you so that you could better serve me, granted my by own good grace and generosity, reasons to worship me even more~" Risky continued as she went with flutters, slow and methodical as those rolls did get repetitive, thinking that anything she'd do would indeed please him and in this she was right as he seemed to sway, to almost be ready to fall as he looked almost like a charmed snake looking at a flute, mesmerized by her every motions. "It is your life goal and ambition to become my slave, to be at my beck and call...and you have achieved it thanks to my own offer. You shall know no greater pleasure than obeying my commands from now on~"
All of it was purposely vague, her little cruel joke to her greatest challenge as his identity would prove to be malleable, easily changed to suit her every whims as this Link had too much of a fighting spirit, yet now possessed none. The increased power she had from all these conquests and improvements made this so fun that she might continue this for all time, but for now she'd focus on her growing harem as she crossed her arms and sped up her flutters as Link was mindless, helpless, powerless, hypnotized...just the way she liked them.
"And now to seal the deal...kiss my belly and worship my navel, Slave~" she commanded and immediately Link threw himself at it, his own imagination picturing him as his whole body somehow absorbed by it much like his soul and mind as his lips and tongue were eager for it, desirous to fulfill his destiny as he would no longer care for Hyrule save as another land for his mistress-goddess to own and plunder. This was the end of his non-quest, even the memories of his recent achievements gone as it was all blurry, something about him being a pink bunny for some reason? Yet the more he kissed the less he cared as her flesh was soft and squishy beneath his tongue as he worshiped with gentle abandon, almost beastly in his worship and yet tender too as if he would not commit sacrilege by being anything but kind and devoted. He was a mess now and he came once more, suddenly this time as that belly worship and navel adoration caused him to sputter out once again as Risky laughed heartily at this sorry spectacle. "I guess I'll have to train you some more to stop doing that...or perhaps to do it even more. It would be quite a sight~"
"Risky Boots~" he said once again, as if his own language center within his brain had been fried and the only thing he could sputter anymore was her name...though she was corrected as he continued to kiss and lick that belly with delight and no dignity as he couldn't contain himself while splurting another time, his surprising stamina demonstrated as the smell of his arousal and defeat, a white flag on the ground, was seen from above by Risky. "Mistress Risky Boots~"
And yet Link felt no humiliation, no embarrassment as her laughter felt good to his ears even though it was mocking in tone. He was no hero, never had been, nor did he possess any pride as all he was could be summed up to Slave. Now and forevermore he would be at her service, ready to give her everything she'd ask or need as he was still lost in his illusion, one that would be cast away in favor or more easily-comprehended perceptions...
But for now Risky was happy to see him on his knees and worship, a sight she'd get to behold from now on with this version. He was no one now, casting away all that could have mattered to him as she had consumed it with her navel, feeling yet another soul empowering her own in spiritual worship, more power of Courage from the Triforce making her bolder and more powerful. A part of her began to ponder that perhaps she did have too many versions of this would-be-hero who succumbed all too easily to her wiles and charms, thinking that perhaps she would tire of this one very quickly as opposed to the others. Maybe the vision in the crystal ball, her own inspiration taking form, this spur-of-the-moment thing could be his actual fate if only to delight in completely showing her power to the other Link's. Why not turn him into an actual Tinkerbat and make him lose even more of himself, reduced to another minion?
"Mistress Risky Boots~"
Yet as he called her name in such ecstasy, she thought that perhaps she ought to take her time to decide just what to do with this one. He hadn't even been introduced to the others or been trained to please her like they did. She'd need to see his potential first and foremost before making any decision as she smirked and crossed her arms while lingering upon the bliss of that belly worship from this Link on his knees and creaming himself again as he said the name of the most important person in all versions of Hyrule.
Risky Boots.