And we're back for another chapter. Why? Because. It's pretty short but it gets right to the point. You know why you're here, let's not play around.

This one has a big focus on sweat so... If you're not into it, you're in the wrong place I guess.

As always, feel free to give feedback or suggestions. Whatever you want to see me write, let me know.

Chapter 2

They found themselves in the middle of the desert. Long days of travel, hardly enough water, and heat that could kill. All for some mirror that Link wasn't sure even existed.

He hadn't really felt the same since last night. What had happened was... unexpected, to say the least. And it was entirely humiliating. At the beginning of the day, he had worried that Midna might bring it up or use it to mock him somehow, but to his relief she had not said a word about it. She had been acting as if nothing ever happened the entire day of travel.

Obviously she couldn't have just forgotten about it, but her demeanour was enough for Link to hope that it was over.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't.

One way or another, he found himself on his knees. Midna's beautiful curves filled his vision; her perfectly round plump ass was only a couple inches away, and her big juicy thighs were right in front of his face. She was right... "pretty sweaty" was an understatement. Drops of fresh sweat ran down her legs and back, and her skin was visibly shiny and damp from the layer of moisture that covered her lower body. The amount of muscle and fat in her thighs and ass probably made them significantly more hot and sweaty than the rest of her body.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Start cleaning." Midna ordered simply.

Link gulped, but did as she said and started at her small feet. He held the cloth in both hands, rubbing it across her soles, toes, and ankles, cleaning the sweat off of them. There was a lot of sweat, so he couldn't just wipe it off quickly; he had to work at it more, rubbing the cloth on her skin and going over it multiple times.

As he worked his way up Midna's black and white legs, he realized just how well he could feel her through the cloth. His face turned red as he felt his hands and fingers press into the imp girl's thick, meaty thighs. He heard her giggle, surely aware of his embarrassment, but he simply continued rubbing the cloth on her skin and tried not to think about it.

By the time he had cleaned the sweat off of her legs and feet, the cloth was already pretty damp. But now he had to take care of the part he was dreading the most: her big sweaty bubble butt.

"Well? Are you gonna keep going or what?" Midna said. Her words sounded irritated, but the tone of her voice was kind of playful and maybe even a bit sadistic.

Link stared for a moment. He didn't even want to think about the amount of ass sweat that was collecting and pooling between her huge cheeks. Just cooperate with her. He thought to himself. Midna will be way easier to deal with later if you just do it. He sighed, and reluctantly lifted the cloth up to her rear end.

His face turned even more red as he rubbed the cloth, and his hands, across her ass; much to his dismay, he got a much better feel of it than he was anticipating. He was already quite familiar with her rear end (Midna had made sure of that) but he had never really felt it with his hands before. It was surprisingly firm for its large size, but still definitely soft and cushiony. Her buttocks were squished and squeezed as he rubbed them, cleaning off all the moisture built up from the day. With a grimace, he reluctantly pushed the cloth into her crack, immediately feeling just how wet it was.

Despite how absorbent the cloth was, it took longer than Link was hoping to collect up the absurd amount of sweat. Luckily, after that it didn't take too long for him to finish completely. By the time the job was done, the cloth that had been dry when he started was now sopping wet.

But just before he started to squeeze the contents of the cloth onto the ground, Midna stopped him. "We can't afford to waste any water, Linky, we have a limited supply."

Almost immediately he understood what she was thinking, and his eyes widened. "No, I'm not gonna-"

Midna grinned and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, you're gonna." She grabbed the sweat-soaked cloth out of his hand, then used her hair to push him back onto his knees, keeping him gripped tightly. "Now, be good and open your mouth."

Link stared incredulously at her as she lifted the cloth towards his mouth. His mind was racing, thinking about how much sweat it had soaked up from between her thighs and deep between her asscheeks. But he knew that if he didn't just go along with it, he'd probably just get smothered out like last time. So very very reluctantly, he slowly titled his head back snd opened his mouth.

"Get ready, Linky." Midna giggled. She held the cloth over his mouth and squeezed it.

He nearly gagged as soon as the stream of salty sweat hit his tongue and started slowly filling up his mouth. It quite literally tasted like ass, and very strongly. The taste and smell of pure sweat assaulted his senses as it coated his tongue. He forced himself to swallow, choking down her unpleasant bodily fluids.

"Good boy~" Midna cooed. "Drink it up, drink it all up." She giggled as he obediently gulped down another mouthful of the stuff. "I hope you're enjoying the taste, a lot of it was marinating for HOURS between these cheeks..."

He tried his best to ignore what she was saying, but it proved impossible. It was intensely humiliating to hear her mocking him while he was forced to chug her thick salty asshole juice. All the while, they stood directly in the light of the sun, which continued to heat the desert air around squeezed every drop out of the cloth and into his mouth, before disappearing it to who knows where. Probably the same pocket dimension where she kept the canteens of water.

Just as soon as he finished choking down the last bit of her sweat and moved to stand up, Midna interrupted him. "You sure are lucky, aren't you Linky?" Midna giggled. "After all, not just anyone gets a chance to taste the sweat of the Princess of Twilight." She turned around and presented her ass to his face once again. It was already a little sweaty again, thanks to the desert heat, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been.

"Now, since my royal butt was generous enough to give you such a yummy drink," Midna continued, giving her hips a little wiggle. "Why don't you put those lips to use and show it some gratitude?" Her hair-hand-thing still grasped the back of Link's head firmly, and brought him ever so slightly closer. "And if you don't, then this ass is gonna put you to sleep just like it did yesterday." She added with a giggle.

Link looked at the sweaty, meaty curves in front of him, and gulped at the thought of having his face forcefully shoved into her suffocating softness. He sighed, and reluctantly planted his lips on one plump cheek, and then the other.

"Well? Keep going." She rolled her eyes.

"Midna, we need to keep moving. We've been stalled here long enough." He replied firmly.

Surprisingly, Midna agreed with him. "Fine, fine. We're not gonna make it to the Mirror today anyway, but I suppose we should make some distance." Link sighed with relief. "But," she continued, "I'm not letting you off the hook that easy. We're gonna pick up right where we left off, later."

Her words were threatening, but Link was happy enough to stand up and get on the move again. He brushed the sand off of his legs, picked up his pack, and they once again began to slowly move towards their destination. Little did he know, not only would Midna follow through with what she had said, it would be much worse than he anticipated.

Throughout the day, Link tried his best to take his mind off of what had happened, but there were too many constant reminders. His mouth still seemed to be coated in Midna's sweat, for hours and hours. The taste was faint, but it was definitely there. And as time went on, sweat built up on Midna's body once again, until it was just as wet as it had been.

Soon enough, the temperature began to fall, and the sun began to set. They found a good place to make camp and rest for the night, and went to work setting up the small tent and bedroll Link brought with him.

Link was almost ready to rest for tomorrow's travels. In fact, he was lying in the bedroll and feeling drowsy. He thought he was home free...

But of course, he wasn't.

"Did you forget about something, Linky?" He heard Midna say. Immediately he remembered what she had said earlier, and his mind began anxiously racing. He opened his eyes, expecting to see her face; but instead, he got a close-up view of her huge sweaty asscheeks. A couple droplets of the stuff dripped down onto his face.

"You know, I did agree not to waste any time earlier today... But it's quite rude and improper to make a princess wait, don'tcha think?" She said. "And since you've made me wait allllll day just for a couple kisses, I think it's only fair to punish you for it."

"Midna wai-" Link opened his mouth to protest, but didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before she dropped down onto him, swallowing his face up into her thick, meaty butt like it was nothing. To say he received a mouthful of ass was an understatement. Once again he was underneath her, but this time it almost felt more like he was drowning; the swamp of sweat between her cheeks covered his face and made its way into his mouth and nose, forcing him to smell and taste the salty stuff all over again. Except this time, he was right at the source.

He felt her grinding and rubbing onto his face, wiggling her hips to settle in and drive his face deeper into her crack. Her asshole pressed forcefully against his mouth, which was thankfully closed. "You always seem to end up down there somehow, huh Linky." Midna giggled. "I guess you really are just fit to be my throne."

"MMMMPH" Link protested, unsuccessfully trying to push her off of him.

"What's that? You don't like it?" Midna taunted. "Well that's too bad. Get used to it." She clenched her cheeks and wiggled her hips to driver her point home, rubbing her sweaty ass on his face. "You should be happy to have my asshole in your mouth. It's an honor."

Everything began to go fuzzy. There was no trace of oxygen between her cheeks, the only thing he could breathe was her musk and ass sweat. He started to panic, thrashing around in an attempt to break free.

In a moment of pure luck, he managed to wrench his face free from the confines of her butt, twisting his head to the side.

"Nuh uh uh," Midna chided. She forced his head back upward, where he was once again face to face with her ass. He had a chance to take a few gasping breaths before she spoke again.

"You need to learn your place. Now stay still and open your mouth."

As if on cue, Link felt his mouth slowly get forced open, likely some sort of magic he had never seen Midna use before. He stared in horror as her ass lowered back down onto his face, her dripping wet asscheeks welcoming him back into their suffocating embrace. She began to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing her juicy asshole across his lips and tongue as his mouth began to fill with her salty sweat. It felt like he was being buried alive under a mountain of ass, like his face was shoved into a burning hot sauna where all he could taste was her. It dawned on him that, whether or not he wanted it, this WAS his place. Trapped underneath her, sucking on her sweaty asshole, choking on her thick meaty butt.

He couldn't resist if he tried. This was home now.