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Commissioned by ScribeyeSteak
A Day in Kakariko
As tradition goes, the Ritual of Gratitude is meant to be for just one night every three years. It is a sacred rite of which the Sheikah spent a night to express gratitude to the elders – to each other – in an environment free of judgement and without restraint. By night's end everything is supposed to return to normalcy.
Alas, what had transpired back then had ended up sown the seeds that changed the humble village of Kakariko to a den of orgiastic activities playing out behind the scenes of everyday life, keeping others such as the elderly women and the children in the dark from what happened around corners.
Some, however, were not so easily fooled and piece by piece put it together as each day seemed more suspicious than the last…
x.x.x
Morning
It wasn't unusual for Lasli to wake up early every day to head to her job as the greeter of Enchanted. What was a bit unusual was the basket she was carrying with her as she headed out this morning, though she didn't stop by the clothing store like she was supposed to either.
Koko and Cottla had both woken up much earlier and run off to play somewhere when Lasli approached Dorian's house. Ever since the Ritual she had made it a routine to check up on the widower every now and then – coincidentally having expected visits from him in return whenever she did have the house to herself – and she was eager to ease his heartache in any way she could.
The wonderful older man had certainly helped ease hers after all; she hadn't woken up in the middle of the nights anymore, crying about her boyfriend. If she felt sad she could always watch the fireflies with Dorian or come over to help him with dinner. His daughters had taken a liking to her cooking and seemed comfortable with her being around. In return, Dorian stopped by and checked up on her and helped her out with chores while she was at work.
And then there was the physical comfort. A simple hug could go a long way…and so could a passionate romp behind his house when no-one was around.
It had become a bit of a habit as of late. Whenever they met they would greet each other like normal, but then there were the times when Lasli would subtly flirt with the older man and Dorian in turn would turn on the charm. Their longing stares didn't go unnoticed by the other and every now and then they found the time for an outing. Sometimes it were under the pretense of gathering or simply helping each other out with everyday activities around the village, while most of the time they hid away for a simply hug and kiss to quick tryst they more than often had to clean up afterwards.
Lasli made her way to Dorian's house and gently knocked on the door. She carefully pried it open, noting that it wasn't locked, and helped herself inside.
She spotted him immediately; the poor man was sleeping on a simple wooden stool, having watched over his daughters during the night, leaving him to sleep in for the next few hours.
Poor bloke. It couldn't be easy to be a single parent and having to worry about your children. Dorian was a good man and a wonderful father to the two bundles of joy; Lasli felt a slight pang of guilt for wanting to wake him up…but he would forgive her.
Leaving her basket by the door, the young greeter quietly walked over to the sleeping man, studying his handsome face and his kissable lips. A part of her wanted to kiss him right away, but she had a different idea of how to approach Dorian as she began to strip out of her clothes.
A bolt of heat rushed to the apex between her quivering loins as she chewed on her bottom-lip. It felt so naughty to strip like this so early in the morning and in someone else's house. Koko and Cottla could very well return home for one reason or another and here she was, down to her underwear with her nipples poking against the brassier and in need of a new pair of dry panties.
The underwear came off in a hurry. A shuddering breath escaped her as Lasli undid her hair-bun and let it cascade down to her shoulders, combing it with her fingers while she put away the pins.
By Hylia, she was dripping wet! Her heart was hammering and her body was warm from the rush as she sunk to her knees in front of the sleeping Dorian's splayed legs. The man gently snored, lost in the dream-world, but Lasli was about to give him something more vivid than a dream.
It took a bit of effort, but with deft fingers and a bit of manoeuvring the greeter fished out Dorian's cock from its confines. Even when flaccid it was impressive.
Lasli wetted her lips and gently began to stroke the length as it slowly erect to full mast. His manly odour was pungent and she breathed it in, trembling. Her boyfriend hadn't quite had this effect on her…
She slowly jerked his cock and pursed her wetted lips around its tip, suckling it and beginning to throat him deeper inside her mouth. She was salivating from the anticipation and her excitement trickled down her inner thighs and onto the floor. Her pussy was quivering with need, but there would be time to quench that later.
Now it was all about giving Dorian a pleasant wake-up call for all his hard work. Lasli stroked him in time of bobbing her head, sucking him off with her lips tightly sealed around his girth.
Dorian stirred, grunting. She sucked him deeper and his cock throbbed in response while he let out a pleased hum.
Her tongue swirled over the mushroom-head, slathering it with her saliva. The bitter taste of pre-cum, which Lasli had gotten used to over their time together, filled her mouth, mingling with the pool of drool as she sucked him off as deep as possible; whenever she got down an extra inch, his dick pulsated strongly and Dorian would stir in his sleep.
She wanted to caress his balls, but with his clothes on it proved a tad bit difficult at the moment. She amped up her suction, focusing on the tip—
"Hrrmm…ngh…Ah…huh?" Dorian leaned back on his stool, his hat falling off in the process. Yawning and stretching his arms, the old man woke up and soon met Lasli's eyes, prompting his to snap wide open. "Ah! Lasli?! What are you—?"
"Waking you up, sleepyhead," she replied and giggled. His expression immediately softened.
"Well, that's one way to rouse a man from sleep," he chuckled.
"So you're not going to sleep in your bed, despite the smaller beds for your daughters being available?" She added with a teasing smile.
"I…I let them sleep in mine so they feel a bit safer. Easier to keep an eye on them, too," he told her.
"Oh…I see." Now she felt like a jerk for bringing it up.
"I suppose since you're here, they're already up and about?"
"Yes…" Her gaze drifted over to the empty bed before returning to Dorian's. "Say, why don't we sleep together?"
The wordplay was one Dorian could get behind as he got up and began stripping himself bare, to Lasli's great pleasure. Seeing his broad chest again made her heart flutter and her sex slicker when his pants came off, fully baring his manhood.
He flashed the young woman a smile and climbed into bed, holding Lasli's hand as she joined him. They closed the distance and kissed, arms wrapped around one another in a tight embrace. Dorian's cock pressed against the flat of the greeter's tummy, twitching, while he felt up the small of her back and drifting down over her butt, giving it a firm squeeze.
Lasli gasped and giggled into the deepened kiss, hugging the old man closer to her body, her breasts pressing against his chest. A hand reached up to burying in the hair of his neck as they passionately made out and gradually fell into the bed.
They had taken a liking to spooning; they enjoyed the close contact and for Dorian to be able to hug Lasli from behind like this.
Lifting her leg, the older man slowly pushed his erect cock against the greeter's quivering pussy, the tip spreading her outer labia unhurriedly as the pair enjoyed the rippling frisson from the contact.
"Ooohh…Lasli…" he moaned, and pushed his hips as he hugged her close, palming a plump breast as he did as the young woman shuddered and pushed back against him.
"Dorian…Dorian…Oh heavens, Dorian…!"
His cock penetrated her sex, all the way down to his balls in one slow thrust. The pair shuddered and groaned, with Lasli's inner walls greedily clenching around the endowed size with relish.
He brushed away her pristine hair and kissed her neck, prompting a soft coo from the young greeter, before he began to move with an unhurried pace. "What a way to wake up this morning…"
Lasli giggled, stifling another moan. "Should I not try it again then?"
"On the contrary," Dorian replied and chuckled. "Thank you for, hrm, taking time out of your, hmph, busy day to stop by, my dear."
"My, ahh, pleasure, Dorian, and, mmhm, thank you for dropping by and checking up on, ah, m-me in return~"
He moved tenderly, sinking his impressive manhood balls-deep at an unhurried, steady pace. The way his shaft strained against her inner walls had the greeter shudder from the stimuli as she pushed back her cushiony ass against the old man and goaded him to knead at her breast, her pert nipple poked against the palm of his hand as he palmed her malleable mound.
"We widows need to, mmh, look after each other." Dorian moved sensually and slow, reaching deep as he did. "By Hylia, Lasli, you feel so good…"
He thrusted a bit faster, but kept a moderate pace. While the two weren't strangers to the fast, wild fucking their desires called out for at times, the two of them were romantics at heart; unhurried, affectionate lovemaking were their bread and butter and it felt appropriate for the situation.
Lasli squeezed down on Dorian's cock and mewled, pleasure licking at her senses. She let a hand drift down to cup and rub her clit, adding to the small bloom of euphoria as she shuddered and tensed in addition to the old man's ministrations.
Despite their slower throes of ecstasy, the pair found themselves rolling around in bed, a tangle of limbs touching and kissing fervently with a growing need until the shop greeter ended up on top, sinking her hips and taking each inch of the widower's shaft inside her pussy as she rode him with unhurriedly. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, and rocked with Lasli's slow rolling of her hips and bounces.
His hands, course from years of training and hard work, touched her ass both roughly and gingerly as he assisted with her movement. Lasli, in return, caressed Dorian's broad chest, feeling his heart beat fast in response. Each movement was a breath of fire into each other, a caress that mended their broken hearts amidst the heady pleasure that engulfed them as they made love.
Lasli gyrated her hips, making the old man truly feel her silky smooth inner walls hug his length with a shudder. A tingle zipped up her spine and into the pleasure-centre of her brain, and she bounced a bit more, riding Dorian who met her hips with gentle thrusts.
"Dorian…Dorian…" Lasli softly uttered amidst her coos. "It feels so good..."
"Mmm…" He hummed and pulled the greeter down, wrapped an arm around her back and kissed her deeply. "Yes…It feels heavenly…I'm getting close, Lasli…"
Moving in unison as Lasli rode Dorian, they both pushed each other over the edge into sweet euphoria; a frisson raked across their bodies, rippling in staccato. The bed creaked louder as the pair moved a bit faster for the final stretch and creating sweet friction that eroded their endurance and the pressure became too much.
In a torrent of milky heat and a sensory overload of ecstasy, the pair reached the zenith of their orgasm together; pleasure spiked as did their pulse and the bliss that bloomed from their connection below was a tidal wave of white-hot, toe-curling euphoria with shuddering intensity.
They called out each other's names in their throes. Dorian hugged Lasli close as she buried her hands in his hair, hips twitching and moving on their volition as the young woman milked the old man's cock to prolong both of their pleasurable highs; Dorian's cock thrashed and trembled, ejaculating strongly deep inside the greeter's tightening, warm feminine channel as Lasli shuddered and squirted around the thick endowment.
They held each other close, flushed against one another as they moaned and let out strings of various litanies for the welcomed sensations. Their heated bodies went rigid, still climaxing for what felt like a decade as they rode out their heights together in a heady trance of passion and colourful euphoria.
Their lips met for a deep kiss, their high waning, seeping out of their bodies. The afterglow washed over them as soon as their climaxes ceased and they were left in a relaxing heat in a gentle embrace, satisfied and coming back down.
Lasli pulled away just enough to meeting Dorian's gaze. She smiled at him and he reciprocated the tender expression, their eyes brimming with affection for each other as they simply basked in the silent moment and the feeling of being connected on different levels, physical and emotionally.
After a moment that had felt like an hour, the young woman kissed him again, brief and light, and slid off of him to lie beside him with a hesitant groan as his cock slipped out, covered in their aftermath of their lovemaking.
He hugged her back in close and she returned the embrace, breasts pressing against his chest and her body against his. This kissed again, longer but chaste, and stayed like that. No words needed to be said; they had a mutual understanding by now.
His hand drifted over to her lush butt and Lasli released a quiet moan as she caressed Dorian's back, playfully letting her fingertips dance across his warm skin.
She kissed him again. Long, passionate, and deep. Her heart hammered against his.
"Now then," Lasli began as she slowly pulled herself out of bed, her hair a mess and matted against her brow. "You just wait there, darling."
"Oh…Okay." He complied, gaze glued to Lasli's backside. Watching it jiggle with each step was enough to bring him back to half-mast, but thought against trying to persuade her for another round. They didn't have the luxury of time today.
The greeter slipped on an apron over her naked body as she fetched the basket she had left by the door, and sauntered back over to Dorian with a smile and a certain look in her eyes. Lasli looked tousled in a good way and it wasn't a bad look, Dorian admitted to himself. There was a certain pride in knowing it was his doing just as much as he was in a similar state because of her and charms, and her body that was just right.
Dorian's gaze drifted to the basket as the young woman produced simple, but home-cooked dishes and presented them to him.
"Here we go, my dear; a hearty breakfast for the hard-working father." She giggled. "I hope you like it."
"You have never once disappointed me with your cooking, Lasli. Thank you for the trouble." He chuckled. "But…Shouldn't you be heading off to work soon? Your sister might wonder where you are."
"It's fine," Lasli brushed it off and held up a piece of bread in front of him with the intent of feeding him. It looked yummy with the marmalade on. "She's prone to open up later nowadays, so I've got time. You should be thinking about Koko and Cottla who are waiting for you under the tree as per usual. Now say `Aahh´~"
Dorian chuckled and obliged, letting himself be fed. It tasted good and it wasn't even the most tasty-looking dish Lasli her brought with her.
As the pair enjoyed themselves, eating breakfast in each other's comfort and eventually cuddling, a single thought was shared between them, unbeknownst to the other.
Where could we go from this?
They had certainly gotten along since that night. They were close enough to be intimate like this. (Honestly, the things they had done sometimes were downright shameful.) And there was certainly a level of affection between them given that it wasn't just a physical need as much as it was an emotional one.
Dorian knew that he liked Lasli. He dared even say that there was at least the beginning of a Love growing between them, at least for him; he had been in love once before and he knew what it felt like. That same fluttering feeling had come back now when Lasli was around just like when he had met the woman who had become his wife. It was unmistakeable.
As they pulled each other into a hug and kissed, soft and tender, the old man entertained the thought of how his children would react to Lasli if he was to announce her as his second wife – their new mother. Would they accept her? Would they adore her? He knew Lasli adored them and had often looked out for them and they were comfortable around her. They liked her, certainly, and were always happy to see her when she visited to offer cooking for them or teach Koko a new recipe or two.
Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, but he would wait a little bit longer. Just to be sure.
For now, the two of them were content to share a breakfast and cuddle for a little while before they both had to leave each other.
x.x.x
Noon
Link and Rola were almost done packing the last of the stuff from the fletcher's old shop when lunch was in order. The break had been much needed after having carrying stuff and packing them in boxes ready for shipping onto the cart tomorrow for hours. There wasn't much left; Rola had estimated that maybe one more trip after this one would be needed, depending on how much more they could fit. She hoped this would be the last, however, given their progress.
Then there was the arrangement of setting up shop in Link's house in Hateno village. They would need to arrange some things since they couldn't build upon the house itself, but they would manage; the building was large enough and with decent hours they would have the place for themselves anyway.
"I'm thinking a collapsible stand or table would be good; with the right engineering I could simply store it away when closed so it doesn't get in the way," Rola mused out loud, stretching her arms and back as she did while she surveyed her mostly empty former shop. "The space underneath the stairs could be a good spot for the front desk. If weather permits we could craft arrows out back, otherwise we have to make do inside unless we can convince Mr. Bolson to add a room for that. Maybe the wall mounts could be re-arranged to shelves for the goods…Oh! I'm thinking of crafting some new kind of arrows too, sweetheart! What do you say about `Whistling Arrows´? When done right, the arrows let loose a whistling sound to distract your target and divert their attention. Oh, and also—"
Link merely nodded, unfortunately not paying enough attention as his lover's words travelled in one ear and out the other.
Rola had taken off the jacket during the packing and her ass, hugged by her dark-blue Sheikah dress, was fully visible and demanding Link's attention. Though lean and toned, Rola had a bit of a rear to her and the blond had taken a great liking to it.
He knew that they still had to pack if they wanted to make this the last trip, but with blood rushing towards his manhood and Rola's ass just within reach he could not help himself.
In a few short steps he closed the distance and hugged the fletcher from behind, an act that prompted a chuckle from the older woman until Link's hands settled on her more endowed bust and cupped malleable mounds through the clothes.
Rola softly gasped. Link was pressing up behind her, the bulging outline unmistakeable as it was snugly pushed between her butt-cheeks as he hugged her firmly.
"Oh dear…again, Link?" She asked and good-naturedly rolled her eyes at him despite herself. "You're incorrigible…We've gone at it every time we've come back here." She pushed back at him and shuddered with a slight smirk. "Oh, very well. One last time – one final hurrah in my old shop. It couldn't hurt."
It was exactly what she had said the time before that and the time before that.
She spun around and hugged Link properly, combing through his blond locks and caressing his back as she kissed him; the warmth spread through their bodies in a surge that was gathering speed. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand drifting south enough to feel up a curve, and the pair quickly engulfed themselves in the heady trance and lost themselves to the thrill of engaging in carnal trysts when anyone could walk in on them…or hear them from outside for that matter.
Her dress was peeled off of her before she assisted Link in undressing him from his tunic and pants. They embraced each other once more in their underwear, touching each other fervently and squeezing where they could as they mapped out one another's bodies like it was their first time while stoking the fire between their loins.
Rola hiked a finger over the waistline of Link's underwear and pulled them down as she squatted. Her eyes lit up from seeing his erect cock greet her and she smiled confidently at him as she straightened; the blond was quick to do the same for her and immediately fondled the fletcher's ass when her panties pooled around her feet, his face nuzzling her curls.
She shuddered a little and kicked her panties away as she unstrapped her bra. Link was on her in a flash, feeling her up as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss; one steeped in lust as their tongues danced the oral tango. Her hairpins ended up on the floor, clattering, and Rola's raven locks were freed.
The fletcher stumbled backwards against the countertop, pulling Link with her, and began to stroke his length. His fingers quickly found their way to her wet sex, teasing her labia before fingering the older woman as her inner muscles greedily clamped down, excitement trickling down her inner thighs.
A lengthy, shuddering moan escaped her. "Okay, I admit that, ahh, I was perhaps hoping this would happen." She smiled sheepishly to Link's small, lopsided smirk before she turned around and leaned over the countertop, presenting her backside with an invitingly jiggle as she glanced over her shoulder. "I don't think you need an invitation, do you?"
Link merely laughed softly as he positioned herself behind her. One hand patted her rump playfully and squeezed it while the other was wrapped around the base of his length as he guided it against the fletcher's sex. He steadily entered her, penetrating slick depths with a husky moan. She clenched up around him and quivered slightly before pushing back at him, prompting the blond to start thrusting with a quickly hastening pace. There were times for slow and tender lovemaking, but this wasn't one of those times; sex, while stress-relieving and bond-forming, was also best enjoyed as wild and unpredictable by trying new things and that was what defined the sexual aspect of their relationship.
Link went at it, sheathing every inch of his dick inside of Rola as the raven-haired woman rolled her hips against him. She let out a whimper, chewing on her bottom-lip as the little electric jolt zip along her spine from the bone-licking sensation as Link entered her again and again, taking the fletcher' roughly from behind while she clutched onto her old counter top.
Her breasts pressed against the cold wooden surface. She arched her head back with a throaty utterance, her legs trembling. Link pounded into her like the beast that he is, groaning and panting just like one, as if it's mating-season and he's the alpha desperate to spread his seed into this chosen mate.
What a thrilling thought that was; it made her cum a little, funny enough. She had always had an active imagination and with Link being such an explorative partner it wasn't impossible for them to act out any kind of scenarios. The pleasure spiked from the fantasy and spread like a roaring fire in one swift moment.
"Ooohh Liink! Link! LINK!" Rola let out in rising octave as pleasure ruptured across her body. She clutched at the edge of the counter top. "That's it, take me!"
He was eager to comply; there was a bit more strength behind his thrusts as he drove himself into frenzy, his cock thrashing against warm, velvety inner walls. His hands were firmly planted over Rola's hips and rear, gripping possessively as he fucked her good and proper. The counter-top became near rickety from the rapid back-and-forth motions despite the fletcher's efforts to keep the thing in good shape, as the noise it emitted from their tryst would surely be heard from outside.
She raised her legs, prompting Link to hold her up by her hips, and locked them behind his waist as he kept pounding the fletcher, drunk with lust as they both were.
"OH Hylia I'm—Ngh!" Rola's whole body shook and tensed up as her swiftly built-up orgasm hit her and paved the way for another, lesser spike of pleasure shortly after. She breathed deeply in an attempt to ground herself, but the ecstasy that assaulted her pleasure-receptors, leaving them scorched, was overpowering.
As was always the case with them, they rarely stayed in one position for too long; as much as Rola loved the way Link was handling her and carried her in his wild fucking, the two soon found themselves in the middle of the mostly-emptied out store, treating themselves to oral stimulations with the Hero flat on his back and hips jutting slightly to push an inch or two further inside the fletcher's sucking mouth while he ate her out as eagerly as he loved to eat food.
The intoxication was instant; Rola shuddered from Link's remarkable tongue as he ran a hot path along her sex, gathering her essence, her copious excitement, across her labia and dipping inside every so often when he wasn't suckling on her swollen little bundle of nerves. He palmed the curves of her ass-cheeks, kneading them thoroughly and teasing her pucker with a brush of his thumb while he had his face pressed against her hot sex.
The fletcher moaned around his cock. She bobbed her head over the first few inches, slobbering over it; there was nothing ceremonial or romantic in the way she went at it to please him like this, only a carnal desire and the dirty, hedonistic fire that burned within her. Rola's tongue swirled over the swollen, reddened tip, washing it with her heated breath and saliva before pursing her soft lips around it and added suction. If it wasn't telling that the blond enjoyed it with the way his shaft twitched and pulsated like a frantic heartbeat, then his long, raspy moans were.
They were melting like putty in each other's hands (and mouths.) The pleasure they gave and took rendered them to pliant goo and addled their brains to white-hot piles of pleasure, steeped in heady scents.
She began jerking the rest of his dick that wasn't inside her mouth in quick strokes. Link tensed up and gasped, momentarily distracted, but he just as quickly dove back in to flick his flexible muscle against her clit and prompting a shuddering mewl from the older woman.
Rola was in the Distant Nebula itself with the way she felt like she was soaring. This kind of attention had been sorely missing from when she was married and to feel so desired – to have this effect on someone so young – was just as arousing as it was heart-warming with a bit of a boost to her ego.
"Your scent is driving me wild…" she huskily uttered as she stroked him off, gulping down the pooling drool. "I still can't get over that I'm the one making you like this…"
He softly groaned and kept lapping up her juices, patting her rump. "I could, mwah, say the same about you," he told her and the response sent a frisson over the fletcher's spine.
They were like two puzzle-pieces and what they felt for each other was mutual.
When Link got a little adventurous with his tongue teasing her hidden star, Rola bucked against him and shuddered. She straightened and sat up, straddling Link's face in the process as she climaxed a little from his continued efforts.
Before her she got too comfortable in her new position, the fletcher rolled off him and lied down flat on her stomach and beckoned Link, her eyelids low and her lips curled into a sultry smile as her finger flexed in a "come hither" motion. "Come ´ere, Link…"
His eyes lit up, wide and honed in on hers before his gaze drifted over to her rear. He smiled at her, an expression mixed with sincerity and lustful hunger, as he lined up behind her with his slick shaft pushing against her pucker.
With relative ease from having done this before, Link slowly penetrated through the right ring of muscle and into tight heat with a gasp and a throaty groan escaping Rola. He kept thrusting until he was fully inside, snug and warm, and lay on top of her while propped up with his arms.
Then he began to move. His dick throbbed from the pressure and built-up friction. The sound of flesh slapping against fleshed bounced off the walls of the old shop as Link build up the pace, driving himself balls-deep with each penetration.
Rola clawed at the floor and rested her brow against her other arm with a string of coos and occasional grunting. Link kissed the nape of her neck as he fucked her good like the stallion he was in her eyes, and the fletcher shivered in response. If anyone walked in on them now for whatever reason they would get a good view of Link's hips working themselves into a blur as he hammered his manhood inside Rola's ass, pounding her into a hot mess and from his cock throbbed he would soon be cumming.
"Rola…" The husky whispering breath washed over her ear with a shuddering frisson; hearing him say her name as it rolled off his tongue so perfectly was almost enough to trigger another orgasm. "Rola…"
He softly moaned. Then grunted as he made sure he was aligned properly and reached as deep as he could.
"Rola…!"
She trembled.
"Link…Go ahead…! I want you to! Fuck me!"
Link kissed her ear, than her neck, and bit down. His body pressed against hers as he went rigid, muscles coiling beneath his battle-scarred skin. His hips hammered frantically into her mocha body and with a sharp utterance of her name he pushed against her as much as possible, shaft thrashing and throbbing.
They came in unison, but Link's orgasm was stronger; like always he didn't disappoint with the excessive amount of seed from his turgid length as it pulsated against tight inner walls, pushing back and forth from jerky thrusts with each rope as Link attempted to prolong his high of heat. The pleasure – the mind-wiping euphoria – rippled over his body and into Rola as she bucked and mewled while the blond kept milking himself inside of her with his sensitive dick.
He rested on top of her, panting. He kept humping into her, lazily and twitching from the sensitivity, kissing the fletcher's skin. She could feel his tapestry of scars brushing against her back and the contact made her skin break out into goose-bumps.
After a few moments of heat the Hero eventually pulled out – to both of their regret – and slumped down on his side next to her. Their eyes met. They smiled and basked in the afterglow.
"You, huff, certainly know how to make a woman feel young and wanted, sweetheart," Rola told him, having recovered enough. She turned to lie on her side and propped against her arm, watching Link. "Honestly, you affect me in ways I thought wasn't possible."
Link shot her a sheepish, gentle smile and she chuckled.
"Even when I was with my husband we weren't this active or…creative," she added and brushed some hair from her face. "Just doing out in the wild with the sun shining on our bodies was the extent of it…with you and your youthful vigour it's practically a given."
The blond managed a soft chuckle.
"You really bring out this whole new side of me that has been dormant for so long, you know. The things we do; the roleplaying, the dirty-talk, doing it outside with the risk of getting caught around Hateno village, it's so exciting!" She exclaimed as her blue eyes lit up. "All that aside…I'm truly blessed by Hylia to have you as my partner – my lover." She smiled at him, her gaze drifting down to where their fingers intertwined, then back up at the blond. "I know it's quite the trip, but once we return to Hateno village with the last of the stuff, we should visit the hot spring at Mount Rozudo again."
They had gone to that area a few times; it was one of their favourite secret spots, perfect for some peace and quiet while relaxing, and great spot for a wild or romantic lovemaking. It was also an ideal spot for a picnic and overall romantic getaway regardless of what time it was.
It was their spot.
Link nodded in response and kissed her, sidling up against her as he did.
Rola chuckled into the kiss and hugged him close, basking in the afterglow together with him. Maybe they could afford to stay like this a little longer…
x.x.x
Afternoon
She was going to kill him. Or his Cuccos. Maybe both. Probably both.
The morning had gone as expected; Lasli was late, as per usual, and went as she pleased what with the occasional occurrence of Claree closing up the shop early for one reason or another, and when there were no customers, Claree worked on projects for new articles of clothing she could sell. She had the tools, knowledge, and expertise to pull it off like she had many times before. With the recent purchase of rare and expensive materials she had looked forward to go ahead with said plan to make some fashionable-yet-practical clothing that could be used through Spring, Summer, and early Autumn, with a touch of Sheikah flair to it. It had been a lengthy project long in the making.
And it had been reduced to ashes.
Somehow – bloody somehow – her leather-bound bundle of notes had been clawed and ripped and smudged beyond recognition. Her materials were ruined, stained with faecal-matter and torn to shreds, rendering them unusable and worthless.
Hard-earned rupees thrown away for nothing.
Because the Cuccos that's supposed to stay in their pen, guarded by a certain Cocco raiser, had somehow gotten inside and made a mess of the place when she went out real quick. Their feathers were littered all over her shop and the Goddess-damned crowing was about to make her head explode.
She's had it. By Hylia and the three Golden Goddesses, Claree had enough.
"Lasli, dear sister," she began, her voice on the verge of snapping into a shrill scream. "You can go home early today. I'll deal with the rest."
Her sister shot her a worried look. "Are you sure you don't need me to help you clean up the last—"
"Yes I'm sure. Go. Take the day off."
"Oh, okay…" Lasli responded meekly and quickly but quietly stepped out, smiling shyly as she knew what to do with her sudden free time.
Claree was fuming. The mess had been for the most part cleaned up, but her project was ruined. It was back to the drawing-board for her.
Well…not yet. She had more important things to take care of.
Grabbing some scarves and cords, Claree closed up her shop and snuck out undetected. She may be a humble shopkeeper, but she was still a Sheikah; making her way across to Cado's house unseen was the least she could do, and sheer hatred was a powerful motivator.
She stealthily made her way inside his house and spotted the man sleeping so peacefully without a care in world…while his feathery pests ruined her livelihood.
Bastard. As if she didn't found him annoying and an eyesore already. She really didn't like the man or his attitude. The way he had casually chosen his damn Cuccos over his then-wife was still baffling to her, though given what she had seen Claree knew the fletcher was in good hands now that they no longer were together.
Lucky. Link was such a dreamy man. Why couldn't there be more men like him around?
Back to the task at hand and confident in her knot-tying expertise, Claree soon had Cado tied to the bed in a spread-eagled position by his wrists and ankles. The old fool was still sleeping.
She kicked off her sandals and removed her jacket. It was time to punish this old geezer and she knew exactly how to do it.
For reasons she didn't want to understand, Cado liked it when she used her feet…so for a moment, just to rouse him, she forcefully rubbed her foot against his manhood as she watched him stir.
"Hrm…huh…What in tarnation…?" He yanked against his bindings and his eyes snapped wide open.
"Good morning, you old geezer," Claree began and got his attention. He stared back at her, unamused. "So, here's the thing; I've had it with your `babies´ ruining my materials and getting everywhere where they don't belong, disrupting my work. They've caused me enough strife as is and I'm one step away from filling up my food supply for the next few weeks! However…" She sneered at him and crossed her arms, and kept rubbing her sole against the confines of Cado's cock. "I'm willing to look for other dinner options if you're willing to pay on their behalf for the damage they've caused. But you're not getting off easy this time; I've had just enough of you not keeping the Cuccos in check!"
His eyes narrowed. "Hmph."
She snickered and ceased her ministrations to simply whip out Cado's cock from its confines. A little bolt of wet heat rushed to between her legs. He was hard and throbbing like crazy despite his calm expression, but he would soon squirm; Claree shimmied out of her clothes as slow as possible while the old man watched and she flashed him a smirk.
"I bet you want to touch me right now. Too bad."
She could feel his lecherous eyes on her the more skin she showed. It wasn't anything he hadn't already seen before, but she still didn't like it despite what she was doing, but it was certainly worth it knowing that she was in full control.
As she climbed into bed she settled between Cado's spread legs and began by stroking him, but nowhere near gently; her grips was firm and her pace was swift, the friction not sweet in the slightest.
He arched into the bed. His shaft throbbed despite the rough treatment.
She kept swiftly jerking him and teased him; parting her lips and leaning close just above the mushroom-head, only to pull back with a grin. She rubbed the tip, feeling him pulsate and tense up in response, and immediately slowed down for a moment or two before resuming her quick pace. He was at her mercy as he should be, and she loved it.
…Still, she hadn't forgotten about that night; the old man had been able to keep going a lot more since then. That shouldn't have been possible.
Pushing away that thought, Claree stopped her ministrations.
"I suppose you're expecting this," she said sultrily and gestured towards the apex between her loins while hooking a finger beneath the waistline of her panties. "Well…maybe you'll get it, maybe you don't. I am punishing you after all, but…there is more than one way to do it."
She crawled to the edge of the bed and slowly peeled off her underwear, her back turned to Cado. Ignoring the damp front of the cloth she tossed them aside before unstrapping her brassier to let her ample chest free.
She promptly ignored the way her body shuddered as she crawled back and straddled the old man's pelvis, her back facing him, crossing one leg over-
"This is for letting you pests ruining my work."
-and aligned her pussy against his shaft, and took it all in one swift motion.
"Mngh!"
This didn't feel right. Had Cado's cock always been this big? No, impossible. It shouldn't feel this good to have him inside of her down the base. This was his punishment after all; when he's about to reach orgasm she would pull away and leave him blue-balled. Or ruin his orgasm. Either way, this wasn't for his enjoyment as the shopkeeper began to ride the old man as roughly and wild as she pleased. She was forceful, dominating him with her hips as she bounced and gyrated over his pelvis while ignoring the rippling sensation of pleasure.
The bed groaned and creaked from Claree's forceful ministrations. She was slamming down her hips as if she wanted to hurt him, but the show she was giving Cado as he watched her ass jiggle was having the opposite effect.
He couldn't possibly care any less about why she was doing it; he liked a woman in charge and was simply letting her do as she wished with him at this point. As far as he was concerned, Claree had simply let herself into his house for a quickie, needing his dick, as she rode him fervently. Pleasure burned his cock with sweet friction as he speared into her tight feminine channel with each bounce, reaching deeply into places that left Claree shuddering and moaning despite her best efforts to stifle her voice.
Cado could only grin.
Claree bit back a moan.
`How does it feel so good?!´
What was it with this sensation? Cado usually didn't make her sex clench up like this – didn't make her body writhe – but ever since the Ritual the way her body felt like she was wreathed in flames in the saccharine way possible whenever she and the Cucco farmer had their arguments.
She steeled herself, gritting her teeth. "How do you like it, huh?" She spat at him. "Hope you're enjoying it because it's about to cu-come to an end!"
Her hips rolled and gyrated firmly over Cado's throbbing cock. She bobbed over it, struggling to contain her voice as the rupture of pleasure quickly hit her and built into another as she rode him, desperate to be dominant that she almost missed the signs that the Cucco farmer was in fact also reaching his end.
She squirmed and squeezed down amidst her climax, trembling. Her body tensed and she felt him thrashing and pulsing inside of her.
Claree jumped off mid-orgasm, catching her breath. Her pussy quivered, hot and absolutely leaking, and her body felt like pliant goo while she furiously jerked Cado off until he spilled his seed over his belly and the bed with a long groan.
`That was close…I got a little carried away there…And look at that amount of semen…´
She quickly straightened and collected herself, her face warm and growing warmer still. "What, you thought I'd let you cum inside? Not a chance, geezer!" She sneered. "You can lay here for the rest of the evening for all I care now. Consider it part of your punishment. Maybe I'll untie you tomorrow if I happen to pass by."
The shopkeeper wiped her brow and sat at the edge of the bed. Her legs felt like Chu jelly and weak. Her needy sex kept quivering and clenched around nothing. She made a mental note to continue when she got back home…after she finished cleaning up the mess of course. This had been too close a call for her liking; any longer and she would've lost it completely, making this pointless.
Unbeknownst to Claree, Cado was enjoying the show of her catching her breath.
So she intended on leaving him with a half-assed orgasm and tied up did she? Cado smirked as he easily escaped his bonds like the Sheikah warrior he was, soundless and unnoticeable like a shade in the night.
The shopkeeper sighed and looked around for her clothes when the Cucco farmer acted; in one motion he was behind her and pulled back her arms, in the next he had her hands tied up by the forearms behind her back before pulling her back into bed.
"W-Wha— Hey?!"
Claree fell unceremoniously onto Cado's bed, her face unfortunately landing on a cum-stain as he pushed her down onto her stomach.
"You need to brush up on your knot-trying skills, Claree. Those were a joke."
She glared up at him over her shoulder. The semen as smearing onto the right side of her face and the smell was so strong. "Damn it, Cado! Unhand me this instant!"
The sneering grin he flashed her was disarming. "Not until I've taught you some manners. Sneaking into my home and have your way with me? You could've just asked or, better yet, woken me up with something more pleasant than your foot."
"Th-That's all because of your damn Cuccos you—!"
The tip of his dick, still slick and frothing at the tip, pushed against her needy, sodden pussy before he swiftly penetrated her sex in one swift thrust.
"-Ooohhh! Ah! Aah!"
His shaft one again filled her up and strained her inner walls. He was setting the pace this time. He was in control.
And he reached spots that triggered toe-curling frissons.
"Guh! Aaahh!"
"Oh yess…" he huskily uttered as he took her roughly from behind, hammering his hips like a dog. "This is much better…"
"Tch! Damn you, C-Cadoooh~!" Claree's voice betrayed her as she bit back her moan. "Unhand me right now! Ohhyliafuckmefaster!"
"What was that, lass?"
"I told you to untie me!"
"If you say so…" The Cucco farmer sheathed himself balls-deep with his frequent rutting. He was hunched over, a hand pushing down on her shoulder and the other cupping her jiggling ass as he pounded fervently unlike he had ever done before.
Despite herself, Claree shivered and trembled with pleasure. Her sex clamped down on Cado's somehow-impressive manhood, milking it for as much as she was able to in her throes. Still sensitive and basically mush from the first round, the shopkeeper found herself further reduced to pliant puddle of goo from the way the old man was railing her.
How could he be so good?!
"You damn bastard, Cado!"
This was shameful.
"ByHyliadon'tstopdamnit!"
To make matters worse – though Claree wasn't quite there to realize – her tongue lolled out, collecting the splattered semen close enough.
The bed rocked with Cado's hips. He fucked her faster as she writhed and tensed up from the chain of orgasms that he brought her from taken advantage of how sensitive she was as he worked up his own second orgasm. Ecstasy burned over their bodies as they worked themselves into fervour of heat and friction.
Cado panted, his shaft pulsating with pressure that was about to burst from the tight knotting. He had been going for a little while now, but he knew that this wouldn't be the end.
"Ahh…So close…" he uttered just loud enough for her to hear and the shopkeeper's eyes widened a little.
"N-Not, ahh!" In her addled state, pounded into a mess, Claree wanted to say ten different things at once. "Outsiiide!"
He managed a chuckle. "Not outside? Interesting…"
"Gh! C-Cado! I said...I said n-not o-outside- I mean inside!"
"Inside, huff, got it—"
"N-No, not...outside, I said!" She moaned, loud and unbefitting a woman like her.
"Not outside, I hear you, lass!" He hammered his hips faster, his swollen cock throbbing and thrashing deep inside Claree's pussy.
The shopkeeper tensed up with limb-twitching, pussy-clenching, intense white-hot ecstasy as torrents of heat filled her up while Cado kept thrusting. "No you foooooohhh~!"
Even as Cado rode his high, he didn't stop.
Semen dripped onto the floor, slightly pooling in the aftermath.
x.x.x
Much later, Cado emerged from his house, dressed and fit for his job as night-watchman guarding the entrance to the Elder's house, his cock flaccid and a bit sore…but it had been worth it.
Refreshed and utterly spent, he went to his station and stood guard with a smirk curving his lips. Guard duty was a lengthy and tiresome job, but with the right incentive Cado would see it through as he always had. He couldn't wait till his shift was over and get back home, prepare a simple meal, and then go to bed.
Having a certain shopkeeper waiting for him back home, tied up and naked, and in a state of babbling incoherent mess, was just icing on the cake. Cado would of course let her go…tomorrow, after he taught her another lesson once the night was over and he had utterly drained himself inside his now bed-warmer.
You don't mess with a man and his Cuccos, or waste his time for that matter.
x.x.x
Evening
Paya had always been diligent and hard-working with her tasks, no matter what. Even when she was washing the offering-statues she put her back into it, keeping them clean and perhaps even putting a small apple or two in the stone trays.
Nowadays she found herself easily distracted either by some people in the surroundings or by her own vivid, pussy-quivering, indecent mind that replayed events after events or made up new ones with little to nothing to work with.
It was a blessing and a curse. She had noticed Lasli had left work early today and Claree had closed up the shop looking rather fuming shortly after. And Link and Rola hadn't left the fletcher's house all day, still preparing for the big move.
She shook her head and continued scrubbing and washing the statues. It wasn't of her concern despite her suspicions about the sisters—
From the corner of her eye she noticed Olkin jog past her as part of his training; the old man kept himself in good shape as Paya knew, firmly aware that beneath his clothes was a strong body, able to lift a girl like her with ease and—
She immediately shook her blushing head. Now wasn't the time to daydream! She had a job to do and- …and…
Despite herself, Paya kept ogling Olkin as he jogged. This was his first lap; there was no way she would miss him and his routines which she knew like the back of her hand by now.
And Steen wasn't so bad himself; despite his age he was in such a great shape. And the way he could move-
No, no, no, no! Not going there.
But she did. Her mind went to the darker corner where memories and fantasies converged; a dip, as if testing the waters, and she was sucked into the spiral.
Paya shuddered with a pang of guilt and a quivering sex as she remembered her earlier interactions today.
/ Morning
"Damn that Olkin! The nerve of that man!"
The carrot farmer thrusted roughly and swiftly into Paya's wet sex from behind as she braced herself against the fence, behind the shed next to Steen's carrot patch. She stifled her voice, legs trembling, and her skirt and leggings pooling around her ankles.
"As if pumpkins are good for anything!"
His argument with the pumpkin farmer had left Steen clearly frustrated and Paya, ever the mediator, had offered a helping hand (and the rest of her) to relieve him of the stress that clearly affected his work.
He kept pumping into her, the obscene noises their tryst made threatening to alert anyone nearby. Paya sharply breathed in and out to ground herself, but having the old man taking her from behind again was almost enough to undo her efforts.
"By Hylia, he makes me so mad!"
He drove his cock deeper and Paya shuddered when he hit a certain sweet-spot, making the Elder's granddaughter squeeze and tense up from the burst of pleasure. She attempted to steady herself, but her wobbly legs wouldn't cooperate as she rocked back and forth from Steen's relentless pounding of her tight snatch.
The carrot farmer grunted and quickened his pace, his balls slapping against Paya's clit repeatedly as he hammered the last stretch of his frustrations shamelessly into the honourable Elder's granddaughter until he reached this climax, still furiously working his hips as he did.
Paya croaked out a throaty moan as she came with him; the warmth of the morning sun in her face and the warmth that seeped into her inside left a pleased tingle across her skin as she let him stay inside for as long as he felt he needed to, while caressing her ass.
"Hmph. Honestly. I can't stand him," Steen then said and slowly pulled out with a groan, and Paya whimpered. He tucked his schlong away and fixed his attire a bit, wiping his brow. "Thank you so much for this, Lady Paya. I truly needed the shoulder to lean on. I can go back to work now."
"Mm…I-It's m-my pl-pleasure, Mr. Steen…" she mewled out, still shaking post-orgasm.
It felt good to help out./
She shuddered and bit down on her bottom-lip. This wasn't the time for distractions; she had a duty to focus on!
And yet she couldn't stop herself. Just thinking about Olkin made her thighs clench together.
/Afternoon
It was the kitchen outside the pumpkin farmer's house. The poor old man had been stressing all day from his fight with Steen the other day.
Paya bounced over his lap as he sat on the bench, her back facing Olkin. Her palms were firmly planted on his kneecaps as she, with his hands on her hips, kept bobbing up and down over his cock to relieve him of his stress. His course hands touched her skin, his grip between firm and tender as he pulled her down with roughness.
They didn't have much time before Olkin's wife would arrive to prepare dinner. Paya gyrated her hips against his crotch, rolling them with awkward relish in an attempt to help give the old farmer some much-needed relief. She had picked up a few things from being the mediator, but she still relied on the older villager's experience for guidance.
She let him thrust at his own pace, rough and slower than Steen. The sweet friction rippled with a fiery heat, jumping from nerve to nerve like an electric jolt as she tensed up for a smaller blossom of bliss.
Unfortunately they had to keep it short; Paya knew she couldn't forsake her own duties and had to go, and quickly, but—
"I'm s-so sorry, Mr. Olkin!"
"Think nothing of it. I'll manage," he replied, but it was clear on his face that he didn't like it. Poor man hadn't even reached his orgasm when she had to leave.
"But-"
"It's fine, Lady Paya," he insisted. "Your duties come first."
Paya felt a pang of guilt as she scrambled to pull up and adjust her skirt and leggings before leaving him hanging./
She still felt guilty about it. Duties or not, she had offered a helping hand and then left before she had finished aiding the poor farmer. The Elder's granddaughter made a mental note of swinging by Olkin as soon as she was able.
A sigh escaped her lips as she scrubbed the statues. The role of a mediator and her role of helping out the two farmers (and the village in general, in her mind) was one that Paya took seriously and enjoyed a lot to her surprise, but…then there was her feelings for Link.
Her heart fluttered every time she saw him. She had trouble talking to younger men and at first she had thought she was sick when Link had first arrived in Kakariko, but that hadn't been the case; she was rather smitten with him, but those feelings conflicted with her new role.
And then there were the gnawing suspicions at the back of her head. There was definitely something going on with Link now, but what? He often stopped by The Curious Quiver, but he was an archer and had helped the village with hunting a lot. Nothing unusual with that.
…Was he seeing someone? He hadn't been in the village during the Ritual…And neither had Rola now that she thought about it.
Was Link…courting someone?
Paya's heart squeezed as if in a chokehold.
No. That couldn't be.
But rumours circled around about Link living in Hateno…a village girl? Maybe a travelling Gerudo?
What if Link had been allowed to participate in the Ritual that night? What if the two of them had—
Olkin made his rounds as he jogged by again, keeping himself in good shape. Paya's gaze quickly honed in on the older man and without thinking-
"M-Mr. Olkin!" She called out and the farmer ceased in his tracks.
"Oh, Lady Paya! Still working hard I see!" He replied with a smile.
She shyly nodded and walked over to him and timidly asked with a noticeable rubbing of her thighs. "I…I still think you need help…at the kitchen."
Olkin's expression narrowed as he eyed her and rolled his shoulders. "…Now that you mention it…"
x.x.x
Back on the bench, Paya rode Olkin with gusto, legs locked behind him as he felt up her hips, assisting in her wild bucking. Her arms were looped around his neck and most of their clothes had been carelessly discarded.
Her modest bosom, per pink nipples capping her fair-skinned mounds, bounced with her movement. One said bud was wrapped between the farmer's lips as he suckled and nipped at it for effect, engrossed with the young woman's breasts.
She threw her head back with a soft, stifled moan. It felt good – better than earlier, even! Olkin's cock stretched her out in a good way as he helped her ride her, fingers dancing upon her skin again that made the young Sheikah quiver blissfully.
As the evening grew late, the pair kept at it. In their throes, Paya undid her hairpins, letting her tresses fall freely, and met the farmer's eyes with a heady, lusty gaze.
And kissed him. Passionate and deep, she gave her first kiss – one that she had been careful with for so long, given to someone so carelessly in one moment of passion.
Her inner muscles clamped down mightily as sweet frissons broke out over her body. Olkin kept assisting her ride, reciprocating the kiss.
By Hylia and Din, Farore, and Nayru, her pussy was on fire.
The itch that had bothered her since last time was finally being sated. Paya rode the old man harder, rolling her hips against his and shuddered.
"Tch. What's this then?" The voice alarmed them both as they turned to see Steen scoff at them. "Doing this in the open…Have you no shame, Olkin?"
She would've called out on the hypocrisy if she wasn't so numb with ecstasy.
"Hmph. Speak for yourself, Steen. Lady Paya, huff, offered her help and I accepted. You would, too."
The carrot farmer's expression soured as he watched them with a fire in her eyes that Paya recognized. "Hah! I won't deny that, but you're doing it all wrong as per usual!"
And so it escalated…
x.x.x
"My pumpkins give me fortitude for a rough tryst!"
"My carrots make for better thrusts!"
Their competitive bickering only stressed them out, evident with the way their shafts throbbed and twitched in her hands. The younger Sheikah was stroking them both off in front of them and sucked one of them at intervals and engulfed herself in their manly, musky scents.
She needed to relieve of their stress. As the mediator it was her duty to ensure that her fellow villagers (these two in particular) were at peace and refreshed, and Paya always took her duties seriously.
Swiftly jerking off Steen, Paya leaned in to purse her lips around Olkin's dick, sucking the head before taking the rest inside her oral orifice. Her head bobbed back and forth as the old man groaned in satisfaction above her. Her mind was filled with addled lust and focused solely on the two men before her as she shifted and sucked off Steen while jerking Olkin's cock.
Her sex clenched with need. If she could she would've touched herself to this, but alas she had to see to the men's need before her own for the time being.
x.x.x
"I'm telling you, hmph, you geezer, huff, length is pointless if you lack girth…and the stamina to back it up."
"A woman wants something, hah, that reaches deep, I keep telling you!"
The farmers had taken this over to the table where the Elder's granddaughter was bent over with Olkin occupying her mouth and humping away while Steen rapidly pounded her from behind, similar to how they had done it at the night of the Ritual.
Olkin had his hands under her chin and throat and another around the back of her head, buried in ashen tresses as he pushed deeper. Steen was kneading her supple ass and hips, hammering away.
The young Sheikah woman trembled and tensed up. She had a leg wrapped around the carrot farmer's waist and her arms around the pumpkin farmer's as she serviced them. Saliva and spittle mixed with frothing pre and pooled in her mouth, and her pussy was drooling mess as well from the repetitive, minor orgasms she had received.
Despite the insane pleasure, Paya had to fight to keep quiet; they were right next to High Spirits Produce where Steen's wife worked at, but the kitchen was just a stone's throw away from the watch-post of her grandmother's abode where Dorian was standing guard!
She tensed up as another orgasm rolled over and made her see stars for a flickering moment.
Paya spotted Cado, looking damn pleased with himself, walk up to Dorian to relieve him of his post as they always did at midnight. Thankfully neither of them looked over in this direction as long as she stayed quiet.
A task easier said than done when you had two farmers plough you from both ends.
Her vivid imagination kicked in again amidst her addled pleasure. Perhaps she should drop a visit to them both and see if they needed some `mediation help´ that she could offer.
Her pussy squeezed up. The curiosity of how that kind of sex would feel like made itself known.
'I wonder how that would fee-n-no, no, I can't think like that!' She quickly dismissed the idea; it was a further fantasy than what she's willing to tread upon, alongside the interruption of a stronger, toe-curling orgasm rippled over her body from sex to brain in staccato as both men kept pounding her with fervent thrusts while uttering her name in lusty reverence in-between their bickering.
x.x.x
She was swiftly stroking off both farmers, building up sweet, slick friction as they men shuddered and throbbed in her hands.
The scent they gave off was pungent and intoxicating. For once the two weren't bickering and instead solely focused on Paya. Their shafts pulsated and thrashed with each stroke and she could see their framed go taut.
They were close.
Her sex twitched as well, sensitive and sore. Her chest heaved with each quick breath and despite the chill breeze her body was hot as a furnace. Their gazes were like physical touches roaming her naked body, mapping her out, and made her shiver and chew on her bottom-lip with glee.
Paya jerked them off faster, the slick sounds obscene and carried off into the night air. Her arms tired, but she could feel that they were closer; she goaded them closer, aimed their dicks to her face as she stroked them, and stuck out her tongue from her open, welcoming mouth.
The farmers grunted and groaned in unison, trying to be quiet, as they were brought to a messy, colourful bliss.
Their warm semen landed in streaks across Paya's face from brow to chin, splattering and staining her cleavage and her sacred Sheikah tattoo. Whatever loads landed on her tongue or inside her mouth was promptly swallowed quickly as Paya kept jerking both men off until she was certain their stress had gone away.
The scent was so strong and overwhelming and the taste was an acquired one. By the time neither farmer could muster another spurt there was a sheen of semen over the young Sheikah's already messy face, her hair dishevelled and matted. She wiped some off her eyes and sucked the fingers clean. Normally the very idea of this would have appalled and probably grossed her out, but since the Ritual Paya had slowly been introduced to the various methods of mediating.
Or perhaps it was her attempt to ease the heartache—
"Hooo Steen, this was refreshing."
"Indeed, Olkin. I think we can put this thing to rest for now."
"As long as you don't bring up you damn carrots again-"
"Excuse me, but need I remind you-"
"M-Mr. Steen, Mr. Olkin," Paya shyly interrupted and got their attention. She smiled up at them in her cute-yet-sexy way and batted her eyelashes, while puffing out her breasts. "Why don't we go to the village baths near the Lakna Rokee shrine and…get cleaned up?"
The pond helped them clean themselves up, but the three of them didn't leave until much, much later.
x.x.x
Midnight
When the noise finally quieted down, Impa sighed and got up to head back inside. She had noticed things had been a bit different around the village after she had returned from Hateno the day after the Ritual, but this just about sealed her suspicions.
At first it had just been smaller things out of place; how people altered their usual routes or came from otherwise… unusual directions at different times of the day or how Claree had begun to actively seek out Cado, whom she was known to dislike and usually avoided, or the subtle glances between Lasli and Dorian.
Then there was when Paya returned home with her hair misshapen and at least one of her wrapped bangs was longer than the other clearly from an hurried attempt to fix it, one too many times. That had been (unfortunately) too easy to deduce and the sounds she had just heard from kitchen – which was just across her hut after all – had been the final piece. She would with no doubt be coming home late tonight as well, judging from what he had just heard.
It was when she read the Journal of Various Worries that the mystery seemed to come to light and confirm her suspicions about everyone else;
I'm finally beginning to heal. I will never forget what I had, but as of late I've found someone who knows what I'm going through – someone who has helped me tremendously to numb the pain; someone I can watch fireflies with now. The pain, and the loneliness, is finally fading away, little by little each day. I'm sleeping much better now. - Struggling Shop Girl
A thought has been on my mind for a good while now, one that I cannot ignore. I have mixed feelings about it, but I feel that I will make the right decision. My dear children deserve a mother. I'm thinking that when the time is right, I will ask this person to marry me. I think I know how she feels, but…I will wait a bit longer. I'm sure my children will like her…and the idea of a step-sibling. - Anonymous Father of Two
It feels SOOO good to have an arrow nocked again. I feel like a young girl once more with his attentions and the rush of a bow in my hand. I need to take up morning exercises again…I need to be flexible when nocking an arrow. And for when I go out hunting. - Not-So-Lonely Arrow Girl
Well, I thought I would have more time for my Cuccos nowadays, but something is…`tying´ up my time. Not that I mind all that much; it's a distraction I can get into. It's so much sweeter when I finish it. - The Bow Master
I'm afraid my feelings won't reach out, but I've been distracting myself to numb the pain. I'm currently investing myself with vegetables; carrots and pumpkins to be specific. I can't seem to choose, but I'm getting quite comfortable with it all. I feel like I'm helping out and honestly…it feels good to lend a helping hand. – Papaya
Those damn Cuccos keep finding ways to disrupt my work! I've lost count of the times I've needed to give a certain someone a good tongue-lashing. But I feel like I'm getting tied up between that and my work... Sometimes, I wonder if I even still need an excuse to visit that person and give them a piece of my mind. – Collection Maker
Some of the entries weren't even worries and even sounded downright…salacious.
Impa sighed. She couldn't say she was too thrilled about the situation, but she didn't dislike it either. It was certainly a surprise, but also blessing in disguise; this would help Kakariko village once the women entered pregnancy. The village would prosper and at least the trysts seemed mutual (for most at least) and the villagers happy, especially Lasli and Dorian who had both lost someone dear to them and deserved some much needed happiness in their lives. In the end, Impa wished them all good fortune in the years to come and for the new generations.
All these antics of secrecy and carnal behaviour did take her back down memory lane of herself, her sister, and the young knight tasked to guard the princess, when they hadn't been that much different from these villagers.
/ "Hey, Linky, you can go for another round can't you?" Purah huskily uttered into Link's ear. It twitched as she arched into the older Sheikah sibling's naked body as Impa, young and eager and just as nude, sucked him off in a guest room in the laboratory. "The princess is still talking to Robbie about the slate and he can go on for hours…"
Link could only gasp as he writhed in pleasure. A hand was buried in the younger Sheikah sibling's messy hair and the other, guided by Purah, was fingering her sodden, cum-oozing snatch.
"I'm so glad we didn't participate in the Ritual last week and invited you out," she continued. "Mm…You're so cute, Linky."
Impa let his cock slip out with an audible `pop´ and caught her breath. "How are you still erect, Link…? It's insane…" She glanced towards the door. "Purah, we might have to wrap this up or else the princess might wonder where we went…"
"…Fine. Let's continue this next time." She winked at the blond.
"And remember, Link," Impa added. "If the princess or Robbie asks, we were talking to you about the idea of Ancient tech being used for armour, okay?" She pursed her lips and kissed the head of his twitching cock. "I'll be joining you on our journey back to the castle so…let's continue there, okay?"/
And what a passionate night in the knight dormitory that had been; Impa still blushed from the memory of that lengthy night. It had been nothing but a miracle that neither had been summoned for duties the day after so they could get some proper sleep.
Or the time they had invited Link to Kakariko and given him the grand tour of their favourite hiding spots. Oh what a rambunctious romp that had been.
/ "That's it, Linky! Take me, just like that!" Purah exclaimed as Link fucked her from behind while Impa watched, touching herself to the show as she held up the Sheikah Slate for recording. They were in the woods, not far from the Great Fairy's fountain, in the middle of the day. "Mmngh! You getting this, sis?"
"Yeah…But are you certain the princess won't find—"
"They're in a decrypted file case that only I can access to, it's fine!" Purah laughed. "And if she somehow cracks the code…who cares?! Linky ain't her boyfriend or anything!" /
How it would feel to be young again…
Impa shook her head and smiled. It was time to head to bed. She would need the rest if she was to make the trip back to Hateno with Link and Rola in the morning.
The night came and went as certain as ever. The sun peeked from the horizon and brought along with it a new dawn over Hyrule; as certain as the sun would rise and settle, so did the various routines for the villagers of Kakariko continue.
With the children away, Lasli and Dorian would play when the greeter snuck into his house for a quick breakfast and a round or two of passionate lovemaking in the very same bed his children had slept in prior. Down the line, Dorian asked her out to a remote, quiet little spot and made them both very happy as they celebrated with romp in the wild, with Koko and Cottla quickly warming up to their new mother…and eventually their little sibling; a baby boy.
Like her little sister, Claree had a certain glow to her whenever she was seen, but her expression was predominantly twisted into a frown. She would never explain as to why, but it was no secret that she openly mocked Cado, nor was it uncommon for the Cucco owner to scoff and ridicule the young clothes-shop owner. It was also some time later that you could hear a different type of loud, shrill crowing coming from Cado's house or shouting and grunting from Enchanted. Who really was in charge? None knew as the pair kept finding excuses to bicker and try to settle the score.
Paya was desperate to try and win Link's heart despite her suspicions and vivid imaginations. To quell the pain in her heart she often sought guidance from Olkin and Steen of how to go about this, usually frequently and at the same time. Their usual advices ranged from finding a new purpose to…distract herself by trying new things. When she sought medicine for the heartache, the old farmers were happy (and eager) to give her some. In return she aided the farmers planting more seeds and work out the tension from their bickering, and often being the middle-person of their heated…arguments. And eventually, through unexpected circumstances, she would succeed as the village "elder," not due to age, but by succession as the granddaughter; a position that earned her various kinds of attentions from certain farmers…including occasional offerings and samples from their farms.
Link and Rola had their final (for real) hurrah in the fletcher's old house right before moving to Hateno village that day. Their antics of hunting and hunger for trysts in the wilderness carried over to the forests around Hateno and the East Necluda where they would freely explore the boundaries of their sexual escapades, with the occasional trip to Mount Rozudo for a more romantic getaway. Unbeknownst to them at the time, their family would eventually grow, much to their joy, and it happened right there on that mountain, where their daughter would be brought into this world at the crack of dawn. Not long after that, the pair confessed their mutual love for each other and the two wed.
As the years passed and the Ritual commenced once again, rumours has it that the villagers didn't gather in the Elder's house and instead openly fornicated anywhere in the village from one morning to another (with non-participants away, one would hope) and simply engaged in shameless debauchery on a whole new level, eventually creating a new ritual that happened a lot more often, steeped in hedonistic acts and fertility rites. Whatever happened to Rola's old shop remains a mystery, but another rumour has it that Cado found a use for it for a while (while another rumour states it was Claree who utilized it) before it eventually served as housing for future generations.
But those are stories for another time.
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