Zelda's mewls were muffled against the stranger's lips as her head shifted to accommodate him, sucking in breaths through her nose. He'd given her no quarter. Minutes ago the stranger pulled Zelda by the wrist into his room. The door didn't have a chance to shut before his lips claimed hers, his hands gripping her upper arms. He ripped off the leather girding her waist, letting it join her cloak on the floor, the jingle of rupees following suit. They had stumbled through the room, hot kiss chaining into hot kiss, each press of his mouth against hers making Zelda breathless, her thighs shifting in excitement.

Before she knew it the stranger's backwards steps found him at the edge of his bed where he now sat, where Zelda now straddled him. She'd lost any sense of time as their passion mounted with every passing kiss. By now, Zelda was feeling heady, overwhelmed by the fire that was pulsing at the base of her loins. Goddess above, this could not be happening. It just couldn't be.

But the stranger's hands were intent on reminding her that all of it was happening.

His hands roamed up and down her back, greedy and as desperate as the arms she encircled around his head, fingers digging into his scalp to make sure he kept looking up at her to kiss her. The stranger groaned, a throb running through him as Zelda once again rolled into his crotch. He loved feeling her give in like that, the snappy and dismissive princess melting into a mess

Zelda let out a squeak when his tongue slipped past her lips, running its slick heat against hers. She ground herself harder into his lap, letting out more little noises as she struggled against it, her own tongue helpless but spirited in trying to match his experience. She conceded to him after her attempts, letting her tongue get pinned down as he stuffed the area between her cheeks, making Zelda even more breathless with every swirl.

She pulled back for a breath eventually, but their tongues kept contact, strings of spit parting between their lips. She cracked open her eyes, meeting his. The dark swirl in his pupils was only echoed in hers. They shared open-mouthed breaths, making her feel even more heady with lust, driving her to crash their lips together again. A moan from his throat punctuated his appreciation at her newfound vigor.

Their bodies kept grinding together like that, clothed friction driving their kisses deeper, sloppier. Zelda couldn't deny how aroused she was now as she ground herself into the stranger's bulge in needy swirls of her hips. His hands were inside her shirt now, and she shuddered every time his hands slid against her bare skin. Her own fingers dug into the merchant's shoulders, grabbing at his shirt.

Their mouths peeled off each other with a wet and satisfying smack of air. They shared a look as they panted, spit glistening around their mouths. A stray lock of blonde brushed against the corner of Zelda's vision, unbound after one of her hair clips had been knocked loose sometime during their kissing. She brought up a hand to tuck the hair behind her ear.

In the next breath, the stranger ripped off his shirt, letting Zelda see his bare skin for the first time. The sight of his barreled chest and his broad shoulders wore down any bit of resistance she might have had to his hands grabbing for her own top, gasping when he ripped open the button keeping the collar of her top together before aiding him by raising her arms above her head, letting him give a final tug to slip the blue crumpled fabric off of her body.

Her golden hair fell around her as the stranger threw her shirt to the floor, strands of it landing on her bare shoulders. Zelda's chest was wracked with the beat of her heart. Despite being so eager to grind against him, reckless in her kisses and her touch in this stranger's lap, the way he looked at her now filled her cheeks with blush. She turned her head, eyes unable to meet his before a hand clasped her chin.

He pulled her face back towards his, making her look directly into his desire.

Her lips quivered, insecurity melting in the wake of that heat between her legs.

One more breath and Zelda let their mouths crash together again, moaning at how good his hard body felt against her skin.

The stranger knew she could feel even better, and he smoothed those large hands of his up the smoothness of her bare back. His thumb slid under the back of her bra's strap, and with an effortless pinch with his forefinger, he unclasped it. Zelda let out a noise, but didn't resist, her arms pulling themselves out of the bra as he pulled it off.

The undergarment fell to the floor, and the man slipped his mouth off of hers. She still couldn't bear to look at him, her face beet-red. She resisted the urge to cover her chest as she felt him drink in the sight of her.

A lump formed in his throat. His mouth watered at the perfect pink of her nipples, already so excited and stiff for him, her breasts filling his palm in a perfect softness as he reached up to touch. He felt the girl shiver.

"You're so perfect…" he said, his voice an awed whisper.

The words shot through Zelda like a bolt. She gasped, breaths becoming shallower as she felt her nipples being pinched in soft gropes between adoring fingers. She bit back a moan.

"I've…I've never seen a woman so beautiful…"

Again the words made a flash of heat shoot through her, and she looked up at the stranger, blue eyes looking lost. He looked back up at her with a look that made her whimper, his dark eyes giving Zelda giving her validation she hadn't felt in a long time. She melted, her head tilting back as the stranger's face crashed into her chest. She didn't hold back the moans as his mouth closed around her breast, his lips suckling, his tongue flicking at the pebbly pink of her teats.

Zelda felt enthralled in a way that left her breathless as she took the merchant's advice and just let go. With touch, every kiss, every lick he imprinted onto the pale skin of her body, she let him take control, let him devour her and make her feel wanted.

The next time she opened her eyes, her back was on his bed, her arms splayed on either side of her head. She let out a sudden squeal, a gasp following it as her mouth opened into a hitched and breathless groan. The stranger's fingers had slipped past the band of her trousers in between her legs, pulling aside her undergarments to rub themselves directly against her slick heat.

His other arm snaked around her back, its hand suddenly gripping into her side as he sucked at her breast with renewed vigor.

"A-Ahnnnn...!"

Before Zelda could even finish her cry for him, the fingers inside her trousers repositioned themselves, sliding under the band of her panties to push inside her heat. Zelda choked on her own breath, her back arching as her body twisted in the sensations wracking her frame.

The stranger's mouth smiled against her chest as he let out a satisfied groan, his own arousal rising at how Zelda reacted to him, how one of her hands gripped his hair. He sped up the pace, pumping his fingers inside of her faster, deeper. He drew out more moans to eke out of her mouth, elongating them with flicks of his tongue against her piqued tits. Soon enough he could hear how wet she was as he began to curl his fingers, driving her wild in his grip, the twisting of her body turning into bucks of her hips into his hand, the fingers in his hair digging deep.

Giving her chest one last kiss, the stranger pried his lips off of her milky skin, a frothy string of spit bridging his tongue to the pink of her areola. His hand withdrew from Zelda's core as he got onto his knees, kneeling before her.

Zelda looked up at him, chest rising and falling as she gathered her bearings. The stranger set upon her boots, sliding them off her feet before slipping her socks off too, throwing them onto the floor. He worked in a breathless hunger, Zelda's overwhelmed body letting him strip her; her hips raised off the bed as his thumbs hooked into the band of her trousers and her undergarments all at once, and with one continuous pull the stranger peeled them both off her long, long legs.

Once again the stranger was left speechless as the beauty that lay before him.

With her arms bent at the elbows, the Princess of Hyrule was naked on the white sheets of his bed. Unlike the other Hylian women he'd indulged in, Zelda's beauty was almost blinding, the sunlight gracing her nakedness making her skin shine in an ethereal glow. Her long golden hair spread out behind her head in an array of gold, her perfect chest rose and fell with every breath, her nipples' pink glistened atop their crest. She brought her legs together, bashful, and for the first time he got a look at them, how their smoothness ran up and pillowed into the thickness of her plump thighs, flaring out to the plush excess of her round bum.

The stranger swallowed, almost intimidated as his hands reached out, smoothing over her knees to part them. He looked up at her face, how red she was, how her innocent eyes peered up to him in nervous fear. He shook his head.

"Don't be shy, princess…" he said in a tone that was wanting as it was warm, as it was gentle. "You have no reason to hide your beauty."

Damn this man, Zelda thought to herself. His words seemed to read her mind, seemed to reach straight into her heart and grip it, knowing exactly what would make her melt for him.

Her legs couldn't part themselves fast enough.

The stranger uttered a curse under his breath as he saw her glistening pussy. A near-imperceptible fuzz of blonde hugged the outer boundary of her vulva, catching the sunlight's glow. If he thought her chest was perfect, then Zelda's womanhood was divine.

"Goddess above," he prayed in a mutter, face drawn between her legs as if compelled. "Let this not be a dream."

Zelda drew in a sharp gasp as the stranger's mouth began to devour her, his tongue slotting itself inside her virgin heat, lips sliding against her sensitive outer folds in hungry clasps. Her spine arched off the bed as bolts of pure bliss shot through her nerves. The stranger ate her out like a man starving, his hands slipping onto her thighs as he gripped them tight, pulling her towards him, raising her hips to angle her cunt against his face.

It didn't take long before Zelda would cum, the climax rending through her young body with a force that snatched the breath straight from her lungs. She choked down gulps of air as the stranger kept going, not stopping for a second as he attempted to swallow every drop of her sticky release, strings of translucent juices spilling down from his chin.

He moaned against her, each noise that rose out of his throat vibrating in a hot hum that made Zelda see stars. One hand that gripped her thigh reached up and rubbed its thumb against her clit. It minutes' time, Zelda would cum again, and again. Her hands coiled into his hair, beads of sweat beginning to race in wet lines across her golden skin, the sheets below her growing more damp.

Yet the stranger kept going, feasting upon Zelda without cease.

Zelda cracked open her eyes again after the umpteenth climax. Her legs felt like they would give out…and that's when she realized she was face-down now, her right cheek pillows against the sheets.

Heat still coursed through her nerves. The stranger was still between her legs, that tongue coaxing out weak mewls. She felt the heat inside her roil again. It wasn't until his tongue became replaced with his fingers did Zelda realize that her rump was pointed towards the ceiling.

She attempted to look back over her shoulder, a streak of self-consciousness crossing her mind for but a moment before her mind went black again at the sensation of the stranger's fingers curling inside her. Zelda felt him kiss across her bare rump, his nose brushing against its skin. She bit into her lip, eyelashes fluttering at how he kept striking a specific spot that made her body tense up.

"Every inch of you is delicious, angel," the stranger said in a low voice. The pet name he just chose for her drew out more moans, and Zelda's hips responded by giving a little shake, shameless. He chuckled, the hand on her left asscheek gripping it tight, the flesh spilling out of his fingers as he parted the fleshy curtain to the side, letting him see the puckered pink of her anus. His mouth watered again. "I can't get enough of you."

Zelda squealed. His fingers had begun to pump faster, harder, each push of his wrist making her fingers grip tighter into the sheets. But more than that, she felt something wedged between her bottom cheeks, wriggling and probing inside of her. It was a part of her she'd never think to expose to anyone, much less this man she barely knew, but she could barely breathe under the onslaught, under the maddening mix of alien sensation and the toe-curling pleasure.

Once again, Zelda let him take control, relinquished any sense of self-consciousness or doubt. She heard his mouth devour her ass with as much vigor as he did with her muff, and it didn't take long before that began to feel as good as everything else he'd done with that silver tongue. Faster and harder, he pumped his fingers into her, making Zelda's body undulate and squirm with every insertion, every pull.

Her mouth stayed agape, hitched breaths shallow and fast as she felt her body phase between tension and slack, faster, faster, the tongue digging into her anus warm and twisting-

"Oh…goddess above, yes…!"

She came harder than ever now, her entire frame convulsing as waves of heat crashed through her. For the first time in her life, Zelda squirted, sticky nectar spraying out between her legs, dripping and running down the inside of her thighs, further staining the ever-dampening sheets of the bed.

The stranger groaned, both his hands now gripping Zelda's ass, spreading her cheeks apart so he could feast upon the pulsing grip of her sphincter. His fingers remained knuckle-deep inside the heat of her core, and he felt every breathless pulse that shivered through her, feeling how every gasp for air came out little hiccups.

An almost-painful pressure strained against the confines of his own trousers as his own arousal throbbed. His own need for release drove him to withdraw from Zelda's heat, letting her crumple onto the bed and catch her breath as his hands worked at stripping himself.

By the time Zelda regained a semblance of a normal heart rate, blinking back to consciousness while aftershocks of her climax manifested in little shivers of her hips, the stranger was looking down at her. She was on her back again, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. He held himself up with an arm pillared next to her head. Their eyes locked. Zelda let out a pleasured little sigh, feeling his finger gently rub circles against the engorged bud of her clit.

She gasped in the next moment when the finger withdrew and ran up her naked skin, stickiness that clung at the end of his hand streaking across her paleness. Then, the fingers came up to her lips. Zelda could smell herself, and an embarrassed noise squeaked from her throat. The stranger didn't heed it, and instead pushed the fingers past her lips. Zelda protested a bit, brow furrowing as the tart taste of her own juices kissed her tongue, but she closed her lips around his two fingers all the same, obedient, sucking, cleaning.

He pushed and pulled against the entrance to her throat before slipping the fingers out completely, replacing them with his lips. Zelda moaned at that, their tongues pushing against one another in slow and savorous slides.

Another moan bubbled out of her throat when she felt heat pressed against her folds. The full weight of it throbbed against her, running against her clit, up and down, up and down. Zelda kissed back the stranger with hungrier now, the hands that lay limp beside her head reaching up for his neck.

Back and forth, the stranger slid his cock against Zelda's muff. He couldn't hold back his own groans from mingling with hers; he was so hard, the bulbous head of his prick looked almost purple.

Patience at its limit, the stranger ripped himself away from her mouth.

Zelda's tongue was still reaching for his when he pulled his hips back completely, leaving her bare and aching. Her heat pulsated for him. She lifted her head off the bed, peering down her nakedness. Her eyes widened at what she saw: his massive shaft pushed up against her folds, its head kissing the slick outer lips of her cunt. She swallowed, just now realizing how massive he was…her thoughts flashed with how that meat would feel like inside her. Zelda's mouth watered as his fist gave the tool a stroke, and it throbbed against her.

Zelda looked up at him with her wide eyes, her fingers lacing behind his neck. He took in her expression, the sweat beading her forehead, the blush on her cheeks, the way her bottom lip quivered, a strand of blonde caught on the edge of her mouth. Her shallow breaths wisped against the stranger's cheeks, and the smell of her breath made him more excited.

"P-Please…" Zelda pleaded in a near-whisper. Her elfin ears twitched. "Please…take me…"

One stroke of his hips, and the stranger obliged.

Both of their eyes shot open as he filled her, the pressure ripping out their collective breath. The stranger let out a shuddering groan. She was still just so tight around him; her slick heat gloved around him with a force that made the fire in his loins roar. He had to stop to catch his breath before he was fully hilted, letting his cock pulse in the pocket of her virgin folds to acclimate lest he reach a peak too early.

He would pull his hips back before letting his weight slide him forward, again and again, inch by inch, drawing out more gasps and moans and little squeaks as those innocent blue eyes quivered under the pooling of tears. One final thrust and the stranger had stuffed every single inch of his length inside of her. His scrotum kissed her taint as they shared a groan.

Zelda could only gasp to try and breathe normally, the pressure he had just slipped inside of her seeming to pulse into her chest. They stayed like this for but a few moments before the stranger reared back, struggling to escape the clutch of her hot grip, stopping halfway before filling her again.

His hips repeated the cycle in a slow push and pull of hips, breathless gasps traded for grunts of effort. The cycle grew faster, less haphazard, until the room began to echo out with the steady clap of skin against skin.

The stranger swooped down and kissed her, swallowing any moans she had as their noses brushed against one another. He felt her thighs slide against his hips, pulling at him as he kept a steady pace, filling her again and again.

Goddess above, even if she'd adjusted to him, Zelda 's heat still managed to make him breathless with every move of his hips. If it weren't for the countless climaxes he'd given to her, he doubted he'd even be able to fit himself inside of her at all. His breaths tumbled out of his nose in successessive grunts, his lips savoring the taste of Zelda's royal mouth as he sucked on her tongue.

Faster and faster, the stranger shoved himself inside her.

Zelda's frame pushed off the bed, her tiny mouth sucking down this stranger's spit as she felt sparks of pleasure ricochet all across her nerves, skin rippling in gooseflesh and heat all at once. It had hurt for but a minute, but now all she could feel was bliss. His heat, his weight, the pressure that made her feel so full, it was an intoxicating rhythm that only grew faster as their lust for each drove their bodies closer, drove the rolls and bucks of their hips to complement each other.

"Mmmmpah…!"

Zelda gasped out, the stranger pulling back from her mouth, letting her gulp in air as long strings of spit connected their tongues. He was pounding into her now, each thrust of his hips knocking at some deep part of her that made her see stars. Their skin slapped against each other in slick claps, her inner folds letting out moist squelches as he reamed them.

Zelda came. The orgasm ripped through her without warning, her body bucking up against him. Her mouth opened in a breathless cry, the arms around the stranger's neck pulled him onto her. He gave a surprised groan, his hips slowing their churn as her clenching inner muscles squeezed too tight for him to move.

Zelda slammed her mouth onto hers as she gagged herself on his tongue, body flushed against his. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, breasts pillowing between them as she writhed and lost herself in the heat. Their skin was flush against each other now, damp with sweat.

The moment he felt the tensions of her climax ease up, her peak ebbing away as her moans quieted, the stranger resumed his pace. He supported himself on his forearms, swinging his hips in, and in, and in, and in, drawing out moan after moan, unable to stop any of his from tumbling into her throat.

His bed groaned in its effort to sustain their collective weight, its headboard thudding out against the wall in tandem. The stranger was unable to hold himself back anymore as he pistoned into her siphoning heat. Their mouths uncoiled with a wet gasp, spittle spilling out of the corner of their mouths.

The stranger buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent as Zelda's high-pitched mewls chained into successive hiccups right next to his ear. There wasn't any pace with how his hips pounded into her now, no more rhythm, only a discordant succession of skin smacking against skin.

Zelda's moans escalated in volume, elongating themselves as he became completely unraveled. Her mind blanked as the sparks of another peak fizzled at the base of her stomach, each pound of the man's cock inside her only increasing her need for him to drive deeper. On instinct her legs wrapped around his back, ankles finding each other, making sure he wouldn't leave, making sure he would keep fucking her raw.

She came again, her bucking body going tense as all her limbs wrapped tight around the hardness of the stranger's muscle. Zelda howled, choking on her own breaths and her own voice as she was wracked again in sheer pleasure, her eyes rolling into her skull. For the first time in what felt like forever, in that moment, she felt weightless. Free of all responsibility, of all pressure, of all expectation.

This stranger took her as she was and asked only for her to let go of her inhibitions and follow that raw feeling of desire gnawing in her chest. As more waves of heat rocked through her, searing her nerves in pure bliss, Zelda recognized that the stranger had been right all along: she needed this.

All the while, the stranger lost himself in her. Unlike her last climax, he shoved himself deep and hard and fast regardless, feeling himself spiral, feeling the knot at the base of his loins begin to unfurl in rapid pulses of heat.

"Ah…angel…I'm-I'm so-...!"

The stranger gave one final drive of his hips, planting his entire length deep into the pocket of Zelda's folds. Her legs tightened around him, the girlish squeals from her lips choking out into voiceless gasps, her climax only careening into another. With that, the stranger's breath stopped as his muscles went taut. He came.

Zelda felt it in an instant as she rode out her own peak, her brow furrowing at the heat that filled her. First it was a few potent shots, but they were soon joined by a barrage of sticky heat. In the span of several breaths, Zelda felt her insides coated in this man's seed. Each throb of his cock ripped out a vulnerable moan from his throat. The grin on her lips grew wider, the heat pooling inside her fertile, virgin womb giving her a breathless sensation of satisfaction she never thought was possible.

Spurt after spurt after spurt of cum spilled out of the stranger's shaft, each one making him grip her tighter, making more spots obscure his vision. She milked him for all he could give in the moment, Zelda's slender legs locked at the ankles around him even when he felt his load bubble out between the seal of her cunt and his tool, the stickiness of the fresh load gushing out to make a bigger mess of the sheets.

Silence settled in the room as their climaxes receded into mere aftershocks of pleasure, their heavy breaths echoing one another, faces buried in shoulders. In due time, the stranger slipped out of her, prompting Zelda to suck in a sharp breath. A shiver ran through her abdomen at the hollow sensation of her inner folds, their walls throbbing as sticky nut oozed out of her. Zelda mewled, closing her legs and rolling to her side.

The man lay down next to her, turning to spoon her. The heat of his skin pressed into hers. She could feel his hands running along her waist, her hips, his palm sweeping the beads of sweat that dotted her pale skin. Zelda breathed out when that hand reached her breast. He palmed it, slipping her nipple between his fingers, pinching. Zelda let out a noise at that, her hips rolling back on reflex, another noise leaving her throat when she felt the pulse of his shaft against her thighs.

The stranger chuckled. It echoed in a low rumble through his chest that kissed the damp skin of her back, making Zelda bite into her lip.

"Still excited, princess?"

Before Zelda could say anything, his head swooped up and gave her pointed ear a playful bite. She squeaked.

She turned her head around to look at him, give him a pout, a roll of her eye. Sunlight cast itself behind him, and all Zelda could see was the dark swirl of his want. Their exhales mingled. Everything fell away and Zelda's arm flew to his head, crashing his mouth against hers. Their kisses melded together in a hot flurry of tongues and spit and heavy pants. Zelda felt him slot his length between her legs. She parted her cum-stained thighs for him.

A few kisses later and the stranger was inside of her again, drawing out chest-wracking moans as he pumped into her from behind. The stranger took her arm and looped it around his neck, giving him access to her lips, sucking down more of her moans.

The stranger gave eager grunts of his own. If the girl felt good before she felt incredible now; as his shaft barreled deep into her cum-soaked depths, he felt Zelda's inner muscles clench around him with every shove, pulling him in deeper, her own arousal and hunger for more of him driving the stranger's lust to new heights.

In greedy gropes he ran his hand all along her side, fingers digging into the tightness of her stomach, squeezing the flesh of her thigh. All the while the sex grew faster, the bed rocking again in the slick rhythm of their hips.

Zelda's fingers coiled deep into the stranger's hair now, squealing exhales chaining together. She didn't know she could feel this good. His mouth was sucking on her breast now, one of his large hands keeping her steady at her hip. She looked down at him, her arm still around his neck behind her. He looked so loving as he lavished her tit, sucking on her nipple with moans muffled into her skin.

A bolt ran through her as a hard thrust made her see stars. His tongue began to flick against her nipple.

"Yes, just like th-...!"

Zelda came, her body bucking back to meet him, growing tense as the fingers in his hair pulled, the fingers that held fast to the sheets next to her head pulling all the same. This time, the stranger kept his pace going, fucking her just as hard.

He shifted his mouth to her neck, licking her sweat as she let herself go to the feeling, each wave of climax banking into another. Her lungs stuttered, the noises coming out of her throat staccato as only the whites of her eyes peeked out of her eyelashes.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The stranger groaned, his balls swelling. He was already getting close. He couldn't get enough of Zelda's taste, of breathing in her sweaty scent. He wanted to dump as many loads into this girl as he could, teach her what it means to really vent and unwind, all while he savored every inch of her body. His mouth soon found her smooth armpit, earning embarrassed little mewls that were overcome by the breathless chokes of another orgasm ripping through her. He licked and coated her armpit with his spit as he let himself relinquish all sense of restraint.

The hand at her hip made a sudden grab for her thigh. He pulled it up, spreading Zelda's legs apart, one of them hanging in the air as he hooked his arm around her knee. Zelda felt split open in this position, helpless to do anything but moan open-mouthed, the sensation of his girth rearranging her guts and the slick tickle of his tongue running along her armpit in shameless hungry licks turning her brain into mush. Even if she could barely hold herself up on her arm and barely keep her eyes open, Zelda couldn't help but be entranced at the sight of his cock pistoning in and out of her like this, one of her legs raised towards the ceiling as her foot dangled, her breasts flying about with every rock of their hips. She watched her sweaty body being taken like that, letting the image imprint itself and add to the overwhelming madness.

Zelda felt her eyes cross as her tongue stuck out of her mouth.

The stranger's own mouth planted itself in her armpit then as his thrusts reached a rapid peak, sweat splashing between their skin as he groaned and groaned, pulsing and pulsing. Zelda would cum again, her body curling into his, her pussy clenching in waves of wet warmth around him. One hard buck and he joined her, groans tumbling out in shudders that rocked both of their bodies as he planted his sticky seed deep inside.

They rode out the messiness of the climax, mouths finding each other to lock lips, less kisses as they were just another point of sloppy connection, spit spilling out between them as groans ran through the conduit of tongues.

The stranger let go of her leg as the last ropes of his load shot into her. His arms wrapped around her then, his muscle bristling as Zelda's legs closed together again after his meat slipped out of her, thighs coated in more cum. Zelda could feel her womb swelling, that heat pooling so thick inside of her, making her feel so full. They breathed together as their climaxes tapered off.

Zelda shut her eyes, both her arms now in front of her as they spooned.

But it seemed rest was still the furthest thing from the stranger's mind.

In what seemed like only a few moments after her eyes closed, Zelda felt a hand snake between her legs, fingers giving delicate rubs to her folds. The stranger was gentle, the gesture a far cry from how he reamed her only a few minutes ago, spreading apart and claiming her. She let him keep going, feeling her own excitement begin in a slow burn.

It only mounted faster at the feeling of his lips against her skin, how he peeled hot kiss after hot kiss on her shoulders.

"You're such a good girl for me," he whispered. A hot shiver ran through her. The heat in her stomach churning hotter with each word. "Look at how much you've taken from me, how good you've made me feel."

The stranger began to push his fingers inside of her then, making Zelda let out a long, deep moan. He kept doing this for the next few minutes, making her wetter with each passing stroke.

A whimper squeezed past the gate of her lip's bite as the stranger's hand kept playing with her, scooping dollops of his seed and putting them back inside her. His shaft slid back and forth against the bottom of her slit all the while, throbbing, waiting.

The whimper broke into a breathy mewl when his free hand squeezed her ass.

The stranger bit his own lip at how she felt. He's laid eyes on her bum ever since she first took her cloak off in his shop, but even those tight trousers of hers failed to display the full glory of her thick ass. He reveled in its softness, how the flesh was so plump that her skin spilled between his fingers' grip.

Then she felt Zelda buck herself backwards, her rump pushing into his touch.

"D-Do you…" Zelda breathed out her words, forming them on the clouds of her desperate sighs. "...do you like my…my bum that much?"

The stranger chuckled at her hesitation at saying 'bum' out loud. It was probably the dirtiest thing she's said so far. He gave her other asscheek a firm squeeze, making her hip rock into him again. The meat stuffed between her thighs pulsed.

"Very much so, angel. Do you like it when I touch you there?"

He felt her give an excited exhale, the breath shuddering down her back. She gave an almost imperceptible "...yes…"

He bit his lip, taking the fingers at her cheeks and sliding two of them between them. Zelda gasped as he prodded at the tip of her anus, pushing in a couple inches before he withdrew them. He suddenly took the dominant hand that had been pushing his cum back into her pussy and brought it to her rump. The other hand that had been playing with her puckered entrance grabbed onto a cheek, prying it open.

He slid his cum-coated fingers inside her. Zelda sucked in a gasp, sucking in more when the stranger began to pump. In and out, the fingers reached deep into her forbidden pocket. She was getting more excited by the second. Something about penetration in that area was driving her wild.

Soon enough Zelda was moaning in loud, drawn-out howls, her hips thrusting back into his wrist.

"Yes…oh, goddess…yes…!"

Her response galvanized the stranger, the heat in his loins at full blast. Slipping his fingers out of her, his hands shot to her ass cheeks, palms filled with her plush flesh. He pried them open, pulling his cock out of the heat of her thighs before he gave an aimed thrust, planting the head of his cock against her asshole.

"Ohhhh…!"

Zelda howled, her voice quieting and overtaken by her need to calm her breaths.

The stranger took his hand and gripped the base of his cock, his other hand grabbing her waist. He pulled her into him at the same time as he pushed himself between her cheeks. They both yelped when the first few inches shoved through, lubricated by nothing than gobs of sticky cum and Zelda's pussy juice.

It was tighter than her pussy ever was, and the stranger's teeth grinded to dust as he pushed inch by inch, feeling his eyes roll into his head.

He pumped into her, forcing her rectum to stretch for him, hollowing out another part of her that stole Zelda's breaths straight from her chest. The pain made tears well up in Zelda's eyes, her fingers grabbing onto the sheets for dear life…but the pleasure..the strange pressure of having something so thick and hot spearing into an area of herself even she seldom touched drove out sounds that she'd never heard herself make.

By the time he was fully sheathed, Zelda's hand was already between her legs, rubbing her clit as the heat inside her seemed to pull every other nerve on her body downwards, concentrating them all into the deep and sensitive area in her guts his cock battered with every thrust into her ass.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The whole bed shook again as they both became acclimated to his sheer girth battering into her asshole, his thrusts getting harder. This time there wasn't as much time for kissing, no lavishes of his tongue against her skin. His hands didn't wander and appreciate, but instead clamped into her skin, holding her steady and still for his shaft to keep tunneling between her soft lower cheeks.

"Yes…! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahnnh…! Harder!" Zelda squealed, every shallow exhale escaping as a moan.

Her hands elicited sparks of bliss to crackle across her body; one of her hands grabbed onto her breast and pinched and played with her nipples, the other dove between her legs, pumping in rapid curls of her wrist, a mess of cum webbing all over her fingers. Feeling so filled on both ends, even if her cunt was just stuffed with her fingers.

Her body went stiff, her bucking hips stopping as an orgasm she'd never felt before struck raw. She squirmed but the stranger's grip made sure she couldn't move too far, the fingers gripping her waist tight.

It was in the midst of his next hammering strokes that he felt Zelda begin to clench around his length. She'd done it before, drawing hisses from him with each instance, but those seemed incidental. These clenches felt full of intent, full of want. She wanted his cum.

The stranger groaned, feeling the clenches alternate between short grips and long holds, the pressure making him slow. He could only endure a few more strokes like this before the restraint he employed altogether melted in the siphoning tightness.

He threw the next buck of his hips as hard as he could, making her squeal again. Before he moved a single inch of his length, the stranger turned her onto her chest. He rotated with her with his meat still stuffing her to the brim. He leaned forward, adjusting for the new angle, his arms caging Zelda's head.

Not a breath could pass before his hips flew into action, the fingers he dug into the sheets next to Zelda's ears white-knuckle.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The stranger rawed Zelda's ass faster and faster. She would cum again, her body limp on the bed, taking every breathtaking shove of his pistoning, letting him use her to his liking

The stranger's hand reached for her hair. It was a mess of gold, an interlace of individual or bundled strands matting to her sweaty back, her skin glistening with a matching lustre. He swept it aside, clearing her skin of hair, exposing the back of her neck. He lowered himself, until he pressed his hungry mouth against her skin. He licked at it, planting his lips against it as he groaned, pounding into her in a maddening barrage of skin smacking against skin.

She felt his nose bury itself into her hair, breathing in her scent as the stranger gave a sharp gasp. One more smack and his bulbous tip sunk into the deepest part of her rectum, one more grunt and his cum barrelled into her ass. The stranger couldn't hold him up in the onslaught of the pleasure, each pulse of his cock wedged deep inside Zelda's thick ass making him moan right next to her ear.

Zelda came again as this kept going, her own body shivering as each blast of cum made her feeling utterly filled. It didn't take many more shots until her entire rectum felt coated in stickiness, the stranger's hips giving little rolls to make sure he pumped every drop he could inside of her. A flash of shame ran through her when she heard the surplus of spunk bubble out between her cheeks in an unflattering sputter.

The stranger didn't stop the roll of his hips at all, and if Zelda didn't know any better it meant he was still-

Clap!

Zelda let out a shocked shriek when his hips slammed into her ass again. She felt the shaft that had just planted a hot load of semen to fill her stomach throbbing again, its entire length still rock-hard, still eager to plow the tightness between her cheeks.

Still recovering from her unending chain of climaxes, she had no way to resist the next hard pounds of the stranger's cock. She couldn't pry away from him, or protest. She couldn't kick out with her legs and stop him from propping her up onto her knees, her rear end raised up to meet him as he got to his feet on the bed, toes digging deep and legs spreading.

No, Zelda was helpless under his thrall, his sheer strength, his sheer girth, and when the first thrust from the new angle above her struck a spot that made her cum in an instant, Zelda knew then and there that even if she could resist, her answer to the way the stranger would be:

"More…!" Zelda cried out between near-sobs of bliss, her face pushed against the sheets, her fingers digging for dear life as her entire lower body was lifted off the bed by the ironclad hold of his hands on her child-rearing hips. Her thin frame shook as he obeyed her, pummeling into intoxicating tightness of her ass, each forwards push making Zelda see stars.

The stranger's self-control was a happy memory as he reamed this teenage princess ass with every fiber of his strength. He roared as his hips hammered down into Zelda's anus, each pull and push causing the fat load he had planted only minutes earlier to erupt all over her asscheeks in gushes of sticky white.

His toes curled. The heat, the pressure, the way she clenched to suck him deeper into her ass was enough to make him breathless, his lungs struggling to keep up. Sweat flew as their skin collided again and again.

They were the noisiest they'd been all day: the maddening impact of his hips flattening Zelda's rump in meaty smacks, the cacophony of their feral voices colliding in hitched yelps, the moist churn of her insides, all drowned out the bedsprings and the wooden thuds of frame against wall.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The stranger's head threw itself back as he lost himself to the bliss, each slide of his cock inside her only serving to make him choke on air, his voice rising with each groaning yelp. He raced towards his finish, going faster inside her than ever before. He went on one knee now, the other arcing over Zelda's right leg as he drilled himself into her. His hands shot for her arms pulling them back, crossing them by pinning her forearms parallel to one another against her back. He kept them bundled with one arm as he shoved so hard into Zelda that her face shoved forward against the sheets, her rapid breathless chokes escalating into a scream.

Topping the one she had earlier during the day, Zelda's entire body shook in the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her breathless scream turned into a series of hiccuping grunts, her tongue hanging out of her lips, her eyes rolled into her skull. She squirted, showering down onto the bed in hot streaks of lust, stickiness coating her legs. Jets and jets of clear ejaculate sprayed out from under her.

The moment the stranger felt the stickiness cling to his legs, he shoved himself in between her cheeks one last time, leaning forward as he pushed his entire weight to pin Zelda below him.

Once again, his balls emptied a steaming load deep inside Zelda's bowels. The sensation only made her squirt even more, her whole body a sweaty, shivering nerve. Thick drizzles of cum that burst out between Zelda's asscheeks joined the steady drip that eeked out from her pussy as he kept filling her rectum with jet after jet of viscous heat, her hips raised so high that rivulets of more spunk slid through the cleft of her asscheeks to race down Zelda's spine, pooling between her shoulders.

When he finally felt the pulses begin to subside, the stranger slid himself out, easing Zelda down to her knees instead of her feet.

She shivered and lay there like that, feeling the hollow of her abused rectum close in on itself in a gurgle, more thick spunk shooting out in a small jet of batter to stream down her ass, Zelda could only shiver, feeling the messes drizzling between her legs, coating the skin of her ass and her thighs.

The climax persisted, as if it would never leave. Its waves didn't just crash through her, they lingered in eddies of bliss, slipping and swirling through every crevice before a slow recede.

She felt the stranger plop down beside her. A blink later and she was in his arms, her body curling up, legs cradled to her chest. She let out a soft sigh at the pressure that swelled in her womb, that pooled in her belly. She felt so full, even if stickiness continued to dribble down her legs.

Then she felt lips against her neck.

The stranger peeled kiss after kiss, his lips warmer than the mid-afternoon sun that graced her skin.

"You're so good…" he said, words sticking to her naked skin in low whispers. She let out a needy breath. She could feel him against her lower back. Hard. "I love the way you took me, angel. You took everything I gave without hesitation. You work so hard to be a good girl…"

Zelda bit her lip, more breathy sighs leaving her lips. Every word seemed to make her wet all over again. The praise seemed to be an extra set of hands for him as both of his groped her from behind.

But even if her arousal still swirled the stranger knew she needed a little break.

"Good girl like you needs a break," he said, squeezing her bum. As if she was waiting for his permission, Zelda felt the weight of her exhaustion hit her all at once. She resented it; she was so wet already, why couldn't she just take him now? As if he read her mind, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll be ready for you when you wake up."

Zelda felt him slide his cock into the snug pocket of her thighs. As her consciousness faded, she managed to whisper, "Thank you…"

After that, not a thought on her mind, not a single worry.

Zelda ran a finger across her lips, feeling her breath. Her eyes were clouded as moonlight flooded the streets of Castle Town. There were still people milling about, street performers and a food stall or two relishing the moderate weather.

As Zelda kept walking, the smells of food and the rhythms of drums were drowned out by the phantom touches, gropes, squeezes, and thrusts that thrummed on the surface of her skin in faint pulses. A lump formed in her throat as the recollections swirled.

An hour or so after she awoke, Zelda was treated to an early dinner. They ate and chatted, seated at a nearby table.

An hour or so after that, and Zelda was taken on it.

The rest of her stay with the merchant was a blur of skin and spit and sweat. The dinner had revitalized their desire for the rest of the day, hours melding into one another until afternoon turned to dusk, and dusk creeped into the late of night. Somewhere along the way, one of them (she couldn't recall who) brought up the idea of using her Sheikah Slate. Her face flushed at the thought of what sorts of pictures she'd find on it when she got to her private quarters.

She stopped her pace as she brought her eyes up, meeting the eyes of Link. Her bodyguard sat on the lip of a fountain, as if he were waiting for her. He raised his hand, the near-imperceptible pinch of a smile on his stoic lips. Zelda's mood darkened. Just the boy she wasn't looking for.

But before she could turn her heel in another misdirected burst of anger, Zelda stopped herself. The stranger's voice in her head.

"I'm here whenever you need," his chest had rumbled against her back. "But try and…not take it out on your knight so much?"

Zelda scoffed, turning over on the bed to give him a look.

"And why would you care?"

"I don't have to meet the kid to know that you're a handful," the stranger said with a smirk, a hand reaching over to pinch her plump bottom. She gave a pout but couldn't hide the smile in the green of her eyes. "And I also don't have to meet him to know you two have a lot in common."

Zelda rolled her eyes.

"Like what?"

"You try your best," he said, giving her a smile. A silence settled between them as the hand at her waist smoothed down to her hips, his eyes following it. Zelda let out a sigh. Scoundrel that he was, he still had a knack for making her heart flutter. His eyes looked up at hers again as his hand gave her skin another squeeze. "From what you tell me you always do. That's all that should matter."

Zelda didn't have a chance before their mouths met again, conversation melding into fingers between legs, tongues on skin, hips against hips.

She flushed, pulling her hood forward and keeping her pace in the direction towards Link. Link followed when she brushed past. She paused again, slowing her feet. That's how they always walked.

She looked back over her shoulder, looking up at him so the hood wouldn't obscure her eyes, her pink cheeks. Bemused, he walked up alongside her. She never let him walk by her side if she could help it. Zelda looked at the ground.

"Th…Thank you for letting me have my privacy," she finally said in a low mutter. "Unlike the other Champions, I know my father encouraged you to never let me out of your sight."

Zelda looked up at Link with a smile.

"So…thank you."

Link looked back at her, unable to hide the stunned sort of look on his stoic face.

They both looked away from each other as they climbed up together, Hyrule sprawling out below them.

Link pondered. This was…out of the ordinary. Moreso than why she walked on in a light limp, he wondered why the princess looked at him with those kind eyes. She'd never done so for the brief time he'd accept the responsibility of taking her as his charge. A lump formed in his throat as he dared to sneak a look at Zelda again.

Though the hood from her cloak draped over her head, he could still confirm that he wasn't seeing things: the princess was…smiling.

Usually there seemed to be a storm about her, a frown that never left her face. It reminded him of similar things that roiled in him, the reasons why he would bite his tongue and never let anyone else know his thoughts.

But tonight, the storm seemed to have cleared up.

Whatever the reason, Link couldn't help but grin, looking down at the path before them. Temporary or not, her new mood was…a welcome change. It was the first time Zelda had really smiled at him.

He could get used to that.

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