WITHIN THE GODDESS' WATCHFUL EYES - A Weekend With Letty
The following entry takes place between part 5 - Recon Romp, and part 6 - Spring Break.
Letty flicked her silver locks out of her baggy eyes. It was actually rather amusing seeing the contrast behind her cleaned-yet misshapen hair and the rest of her thoroughly wrecked face. Even the thought of impending combat wasn't really doing any favors for her lethargy. Although, it did give her an excuse to sleep in a little more rather than pull herself out of bed earlier to throw on the small bit of makeup she'd apply. Who cares what she looked like; certainly not the handful of Bokoblins that they would be dealing with…
She wasn't really sure what time it was as she trudged up the hill. Probably about two, maybe two-thirty: before sunrise. Beyond that, she kept grumbling at the ridiculousness of their mission. Sure, it only made sense to take out a fortified stronghold while most of the Bokoblins were snoozing, but that didn't mean she had to LIKE the prospect. She just plain wasn't a morning person unlike her newfound friend.
Speaking of, she saw him a ways off, leaning against the now-blue Shrine and scarfing down some Tabantha Bread. While he hadn't gone into specifics last night, she at least now knew that he was indeed responsible for the various ancient structures changing from orange to blue. And although he didn't confirm it (mostly because she didn't bother to ask), she had the suspicions he was probably also responsible for all the Shrines lighting up recently, as well as the towers that came out of the ground all over the kingdoms.
He heard her grunt out something that could vaguely be interpreted as a greeting. It was a rare chance of getting a barb in at her expense, one that he took with gusto. Before she could voice her protest, her stomach made itself known. Chuckling at misfortune on her behalf, the amnesiac reached into his bag and pulled out another tin of food: an omelet.
Whatever course, salty quip she had ready to retaliate with was buried at the sight of the fluffy breakfast. So instead, she accepted it and took a bite. "Damn, this is good. What's in it?" she asked with a half-full mouth. Most of it wasn't too surprising; milk, butter, eggs. The last ingredient however perked her interest. "Endura Shrooms, huh. I'm guessing they're more potent than Stamella Shrooms?" she inquired as she scarfed down the last of it.
His nod was less of a requirement and more of a formality as the mushroom did its work on her tired body. Suddenly she felt far more awake; more energized and even felt BEYOND her peak ability. "I can see why. I feel like I could take on this base without a sweat now." The silverette declared as she flexed her toned muscles. It'd perplexed her at first how slim the portions Link would consume were, but clearly her comrade favored efficiency over quantity.
"Get anything new from the Shrine?" she asked as he pulled out a second meal; a meat and mushroom skewer made with Silent Shrooms. The blond blinked at her inquiry before pulling out his new knight's broadsword with his mouth full. Letty whistled in appreciation at the finely crafted blade.
"Nice. Guess you'll be breaking that in against these assholes?" she inquired as she inspected the pommel. Link swallowed before shaking his head and brining out a Spiked Boko Club from his slate instead. "Not a bad idea; no point in wasting a fine blade like that for some mud-skinned Bokoblins." The veteran traveler relented as she waited for him to finish….
Link shimmied down the tree back into the bush where his partner was waiting. Wasting little time, he quickly confirmed their initial survey of the base with the recounts left by the locals. What they thought was six turned out to be nine Bokoblins; all armed with bone weapons except for the leader's Soldier shield and sword. Three reds on lookout, five blue (one at the foot of the spiral steps, three sleeping on the middle platform and one snoozing near the top) and one black Bokoblin near the last blue. Any other details were hard to make out due the lack of light.
Letty chewed on her bottom lip; a habit she tended to have when it came to doing more in-depth operations such as this. She'd only fought a black Bokoblin once, and that was with five other people. Two were dead, the rest were injured, but the caravan made it through. But the conditions were far more favorable then, and this time she wouldn't have a pompadour-sporting oaf brazenly swinging around a massive club.
Link was weighing his options. He had no doubt that he could take the base, especially if t was only a single Black Bokoblin. The issue was their explosive cache; two barrels on the upper platform that could blast his companion and himself clear down the mountainside. He only had a single fairy left; one that had willingly fluttered into his hand way back in Kakariko Village. And while he had little doubt that she could hold her own against at least the blue-furred ones, even he couldn't help but pause at the leader and his better equipment.
"I think I know the best way to do this…" Letty finally decided. Turning towards her companion, she explained the plan, followed by what his role would be. Once they were both on the same page, the only remaining matter was the two satellite reds and the blue at the base. "Can you take out the two sentries? I'll sneak up to the one at the foot of the stairs. From there, we'll coordinate between shots and stab. Sound good?"
The blond nodded, feeling fairly confident that they could pull off her plan. It'd save him some unneeded wear on his weapons. "Great." She said as she pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss. Link was surprised by her sudden act, but before he could gel into it and respond, she'd already pulled away, licking her lips and breaking the thin saliva that connected their mouths. "Kiss for luck. Let's fuck 'em up." She declared as she pulled out her weapons and snuck away.
Link stood there, stupefied and dazed, for about half a minute before snapping back the reality of their situation. Securing his gloves, he once again scaled the trunk to the top of the branches, getting a perfect view of both platforms around the tower. The Hylian pulled out his trusted Phrenic Bow; the perfect tool for raids like this. It had served him quite well ever since Rola had bequeathed him with the Sheikah-crafted bow. While it had clear signs of being worn and weathered, it still held up and proved by far to be his most reliable weapon…minus his Slate of course.
With his bow in hand, the amnesiac reached for his quiver, sifting through the various arrows until he pulled out one of the special arrows he'd gotten with his bow. He didn't realize at the time, but the cucco-feathered arrows that Rola had given him months ago were actually perfect for stealth missions. A pretty understandable concept seeing as how it came from the Sheikah, but it took him far too long to make the connection.
So with his near-silent arrows, a keen eye, and precise timing, he took out both sentries before they even knew what'd happened. None of the seven remaining Bokoblins stirred, meaning his task had gone unheard. Perfect.
Once she saw the second go down, Letty started creeping along the ground, being careful to avoid stepping in any puddles formed from the gaps in the platforms above. With a flick of her wrist, she brought her unsheathed blade to her side; ready to slit the guard's throat once she was in range. Even if it wouldn't be enough, Link was ready to stirke into the pig beast's head the moment it'd fall to the ground. It was all going so smoothly.
The Bokoblin yawned…
…
…
*SKREE! *
"FUCKING KEESE!"
Well so much for that plan. Quickly shifting focus, Link aimed for the middle platform and launched a fire-charmed arrow into the explosive barrel right next to the trio of now-alerted Bokoblins. The explosion tore up much of the outer section of the platform, but thankfully he'd intentionally aimed for the one that was farthest away from his companion below. For the two on top, he switched arrows again for his precious Shock Arrow, launching it into the wet platform. The red sentry above died instantly, the blue was stunned, and the leader was disarmed.
He'd bought them a little time…
The impact of the club caused her arm to quiver, but the silverette held her shield firm and quickly thrust forward, connecting her broadsword with its grotesque face. Sadly it wasn't enough, and attempting to follow up was met with the Bokoblin's own bone-laden shield against her sword. She heard the chattering cry of those nightmarish hellspawn behind her, but couldn't afford to be distracted. Even the sound of an explosion to her right caused little more than a flinch as her back heated up for a scant second.
Her opponent was much less lucky and was distracted by the detonation. A costly mistake, as it gave her the chance to bash his face with her shield before stabbing again, this time in its chest. She didn't even wait for the body to decompose around her blade before she spun around and cleaved the flying Cyclops in two.
She hadn't meant to act out like that; she SHOULD'VE had a better handle on the situation. But hearing that shrill sound; the rustling of wings, the eyes glowing in the darkness… so many eyes…
Letty shook her head, bringing herself back to the reality of their current assault. There'd be time for self-loathing later. She'd let a little childhood phobia get the better of her... And that wasn't going to happen again.
*SKREEE!* - *WHAP!*
…It WASN'T going to happen again.
Something was off. The blue Bokoblins were sluggish, taking way too long to wake up and retaliate. Even the ones that had grabbed their weapons were clumsy and inattentive, having paid little mind to the barrage of arrows striking them from a distance. 'Maybe they're drunk?''
Regardless of the reason, the Hylian gave no quarter. Link's quick reflexes had taken out all but one of the three before they'd reached his companion, leaving her to deal with the spear-wielding blue pig. Its grip was pretty lousy and a quick flick of her shield-clad wrist tore it away. But before she could strike again, an unsettling fact gave her pause. 'Why is it naked?!'
Indeed, the blue pig beast before her was completely devoid of any garments, not even the loincloths that they commonly wore. Meaning that it's shriveled junk was dangling before the silverette's mortified eyes' Bokoblins have rather grotesque genitals; akin to wild boars.
And to be frank the sight of it's swinging dick and testes made it very difficult for her to focus when she was trying to fight her protesting stomach. She was never happier to have seen a monster explode into Malice than just that moment. A stiff drink was in her immediate future… Right after she dealt with the chief that was bearing down on her with an identical set of Soldier's gear.
It was a little comforting to see that the Black Bokoblin had at the very least re-donned its loincloth. Only downside was that the scrap of cloth was hardly enough to conceal it's surprisingly endowed girth. Still, the matters of it's piggy dick were hardly the forefront of her mind, as instead she engaged the beast to the best of her ability.
She managed to get some good hits in, ducking beneath it's lunges to strike at its belly, pressing back whenever it'd swing it's blade in a chaotic circle. Hell, she even managed to give push it back up the steps onto the penultimate landing. If only the damn thing would just DIE, she'd be in the clear. She'd just have to keep on her toes and take every chance she could.
Sadly for her, while it was far from being a better fighter, the Bokoblin had the advantage on strength and durability. So much so that when it took an intentional blow to lull her into a more cautioned state, all she could do was watch in horror as her shield shattered against it's fierce strikes. A blow from its own shield knocked the wind out of her and caused her to fly down the short steps before landing flat on her back. With her adrenaline rush petering out, Letty was left a disheveled and barely functioning mess. Even the act of rolling onto her stomach and propping up an elbow proved herculean in effort. And when the Bokoblin walked around her and lifted her up by her head, all she could do was mutter a curse.
She tiredly gazed up from between its fingers, defiance still sparking in her eyes. As green pools met the glowing red ones of her dominator, she failed to even muster the strength to spit in its face. A single glance down revealed that the shorter beast had wound up brining her head level with his flaccid cock. More specifically, her nose was a scant few inches from its base, giving both of her nostrils a thoroughly unpleasant olfactory assault.
'Fucking hell…'
It wasn't really any more comforting when the beast instead reached for neck and started to choke her…
The Bokoblin was wrenched off her as the Knight's Broadsword smashed into its side. Dimly, the fading silverette noticed a flash of green rush towards her before things went dark…
Surges of pink brought her back, gasping and gulping in air to her deprived lungs.
She faintly registered a hand on her shoulder, but couldn't make out anything in the dark. She felt a rug on her back; had she been taken back to the village? As more of her vision returned, it became clear that they were still on the platform. Her comrade must've taken her over to one of the ruined pilfered carpets that the former inhabitants had used to sleep. Din's Arms, the stench was pretty bad…
Link let go of the breath he'd been retaining once he saw his comrade come back to life. After he'd wasted his new broadsword smashing against the Bokoblin leader, he'd quickly rushed to her side and released his final fairy. He hadn't even thought about what had happened last time.
So he was more than a little alarmed when she lept up and pinned him down, her green eyes smoldering with desire and want.
"Pants, off…. NOW."
Letty threw her head back with a wanton moan, pressing out her chest as she rode her younger friend's dick. Beneath her, the Link kept pushing up to meet her thrusts. The sun was just starting to rise from somewhere on the other side of the sheer cliff that separated them, but neither of the two Hylians truly cared for semantics such as time.
It wasn't the addled lust that had controlled them two nights ago, rather it was more akin to the brief spurt of passion that yesterday's near-death fight had evoked. Whatever concerns of fatigue or injury she could've had after her asphyxiation had been cleared up by the fairy Link had directed towards her. If either were in a purely rational state, they might've noticed how distinct things felt compared to what the silverette had dubbed as the 'Lust Fairy' back on Korne Beach.
Such concepts were far from Link's mind as he pulled his older companion down to lock lips in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. He felt her nails spread further beneath his tunic and start to dig into his bare chest from between the chainlinks. "*Pwah* Getting a little bold, aren't you?" Letty panted, her clear green eyes blazing with want. Rather than reconvening their make-out, the silverette used her hands to push herself back up and resumed her fast-paced thrusts.
"Mmm th-HAT-'s it! More!" the silverette pleaded as she broke her rhythm in favor of a prolonged, deep-penetrating gyration with her hips. While the blond could appreciate how dedicated she was, he couldn't help but want to show her how little control she could actually hold. All he needed was the right leverage and…
"?!"
She wasn't sure how he'd pushed her over. One second she was on top desperately trying to impale herself on his fleshy spear, the next she was on her back with her legs pushed aside and laying on his shoulders. In a brief instant, she'd gone from leading their sexual charge to being mounted like a common mule.
Letty desperately squirmed, trying to get any semblance of control to push further on his manly spear. Alas the way he had her pinned down made it impossible. He was in control, and had full dictation of the pace and depth of their rutting… and by Nayru's sopping tits it wasn't NEARLY fast enough for her!
"M…my ass."
Link heard her over his controlled thrusts and intentionally slowed down, trying to goad her to speak up. If for nothing else so he could actually understand what in Farore's name she was trying to say. "Finger…plea-EASE!". She pleaded, practically grinding her teeth now at how insufferably unsatisfying he was being. When the blond didn't take the hint, she finally lost what little patience she had and reared her head up.
"What are you, dense?! I told you to finger my ass you fucker!" she spat out. Maybe it was the adrenaline from their earlier fight, or perhaps it was just all the blood going into his erection as opposed to his brain. Regardless, the blond brought up his hand to her puckered bud and started prodding it with his middle finger. "That's it you fu-FUCK!" she hissed as his digit pierced her butthole.
Her anus was tighter than any vagina he'd encountered thus far. Hell, even Cecili's virgin folds weren't compressing down on him as much as the silverette's ass. With how much she was writhing and squirming, it was no surprise when his fingernail accidentally pricked her anal walls.
Her world went white….
"So…sorry about botching that; I can't STAND those creepy little fuckers. Have you ever seen a swarm of them?" she asked as she adjusted her belt. Beside her, Link looked up from examining his newly acquired soldier's bow to mention his run-ins on Hyrule Field. He omitted to mention the handy Bomb Runes on his slate serving as an active deterrent however. "Let's just say getting lost outside and having a swarm surround you at the tender age of seven doesn't lead to a happy outcome." The silverette finished, as flashes of her copious nightmares started to flood her thoughts.
Link, noticing her discomfort, reached over to squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. With his physical contact, the veteran traveler was able to shake off her trauma and offer a grateful smile. It was different from her usual biting grin, and the blond couldn't help but offer one of his own in return. The two passed the landing that led over to the Yah Rin Shrine and descended into the village proper.
It wasn't until they were passing the bullpens that Letty spoke again. "Oh almost forgot; do you have any goat butter?". Link slowed his pace at her seemingly random question and queried where her request was coming from. "I passed Kiana on the way up the hill earlier and she mentioned needing snails and butter for their dinner tonight. I had a few snails so do you have any butter?"
That was just raising further questions; what would a woman like her be doing up and out so early? Sure her bulls probably needed to be tended to regularly, but there's no way even THEY would be active in the middle of the night. Letty saw the confusion on his face and sighed before clarifying. "Her youngest was having another nightmare; apparently that's been a common occurrence the past few months. I found her heading back to her hut and the question got brought up."
"Anyway, do you have it?" she asked again, annoyance starting to creep into her voice. The amnesiac, satisfied by her answers, pulled out a wrapped and sealed stick from his pocket. While he wouldn't claim to understand the specifics, he'd been told that the wrapping served to keep the butter cold and intact. For once she was too tired to lash out on the irritably roundabout way it took for her companion to answer a damn question and simply accepted the insulated stick with a glare. "Great; we'll be drop it off before we head back. Oh speaking of…"
Sure enough, Kiana was already outside hanging up her sheets to dry. Not surprisingly, her youngest wasn't present due to still trying to catch up on sleep after the poor lad's rough night. So that just left the housewife by her lonesome in the early morning light. As she finished laying out one of the bedrolls, the Faronese woman noticed the duo's descent and hailed them over.
"Everything go alright you two? Things sounded pretty tense up there." She mused with readily apparent concern. Letty took the initiative with her usual brazen attempt at charm.
"Ah, nothing the two of us couldn't handle. At the very least I had my shining knight to bail me out. Speaking of, here's some butter; courtesy of Mr. chatterbox here." The silverette handed the still-wrapped stick to Kiana. While the blond levied a glare at her latest rib, he'd relent that was a pretty good jab. The Faronese mother accepted it with a beaming smile.
"Oh thank you! I'm sure this will be the finest batch of paella yet! You two must join us for dinner." Kiana requested. The two didn't even hesitate to accept; Letty with her usual bluster, while Link simply offered a subdued nod and thin smile. "Wonderful; we'll see you tonight at 6." Kiana stated before turning back to her laundry. With the silverette already walking away and the mother's attention diverted, that just left Link to his own devices. Even in such a lethargic state, the blond couldn't help but appreciate the thin clothing that defined every curve of these Faronese beauties.
Of the two he'd met, he'd probably put the mother just a few steps above Chessica. While the innkeeper had a delightful amount of pudge, Kiana's weight seemed more focused on her thighs and especially her rear. If he were in a clearer mind, it was going to be blatantly obvious that a repeat of yesterday's embarrassment was inevitable. Thankfully for him, his brief flash of sleep and the adrenaline surge of this morning's antics had thoroughly drained him. So instead he mumbled a thanks and trudged after his partner.
Chessica was just finishing her crab omelet when the two trudged in. "I take it things went well?" the innkeeper inquired. The silverette's beaming grin and the blond's nod was enough for her. The older woman took one glance at her two patrons disheveled state before speaking again. "Well your not QUITE as putrid as yesterday, so I'm not going to kick you two out. Still, it might be better to wash sooner rather than later." She suggested as she placed her used dish to the side and reached for her bag.
"I'm going out to meet Chief Rozel. I'll have your payment later today; feel free to lie down for as long as you wish in the meantime." The innkeeper explained as she left them behind. It was almost unfortunate that they'd let out all that pent-up aggression earlier…. almost.
Letty dropped her pilfered weapons to the ground and stretched her back, wincing as she heard something pop. Link was even less cordial regarding his gear and opted to just toss them away before slamming face-first onto the bedroll. "I'm going to go tan for a bit; have to embrace the sun while you can, right?" he heard his older friend say. While he couldn't really say he agreed, he wasn't in the mood to speak against her decision.
"You know you could always joi…Link?"
He was out before he even heard her next words.
Link was walking back from the washing pond with a much cleaner appearance. He'd woken up about an hour before their designated dining time and had managed to squeeze in a quick cleansing beforehand like Chessica had suggested. Speaking of, he briefly took out the trio of purple rupees that had been his payment before using his slate to store one of them along with the other sizeable number it had.
He'd forgone his tunic and was instead wearing his pants and the old shirt that had been waiting for him outside of the Shrine of Resurrection. Thanks to the craftwork of Saki back in Rito Village, it had been re-stitched and made into something more acceptable in public company. The embroidered logo of the Rito on the back was also a nice touch, and it made him wonder if he could find other tailors to apply their own home's sigil. It could look pretty nice. He'd trying asking around about it tomorrow or perhaps the next day. After all, he had no reason NOT to stay after the rest of the village had chipped in to comp their stay through the weekend.
As he walked back the children's hut, the Hylian noticed the now-crackling fire pit and the cooking pot that sat atop it. Around the perimeter of the pot, a wooden ring had been set up just out of reach of the licking embers. A pitcher of some kind had already been placed down, and as the amnesiac slowed his pace, he noticed his comrade walking out of the adult's hut with a stack of plates.
Her now-noticeably tanned face perked up as she noticed his approach. "Oh good you're finally up! I was getting ready to march down to the hotel and drag your ass here." The silverette explained as she set down the six plates around the cooking pot. Her blond friend didn't doubt for a single second that her thinly veiled threat was anything but true. Behind her, a bearded Faronese man walked up carrying two wooden stools identical to the four already around the fire.
So you're the lad that's been helping us with our monster problems." The man mused as he put down one of the stools. With a hand now free, he reached forward with an open palm. "Name's Sebasto. I'm not much of a warrior, but if you need a fine haul of fish; I'm your man." The goateed fisherman proudly declared as he shook Link's hand. The smile on the older man's face only grew as he heard footsteps behind him and turned to embrace Kiana with his free arm. "And this…"
"…Would be my lovely wife." He proclaimed after laying a loving peck on her cheek. "She's told me that you're also the reason for the wonderful meal we're about to enjoy". Link simply smiled as he rubbed the back of his head; trying to downplay these 'achievements' as nothing more than offering a helping hand. "Much appreciated; goat butter's a little difficult to pick up around these parts."
The mother let go of her youngest son's hand to let him rush forward with a bundle of utensils. "I'd be happy to make it more often, If only we'd been able to stock up on some the last time travelers came to town." She declared, her chipper demeanor only barely veiling the slight tone of bitterness and iration. To his credit, her husband picked up on it and did his best to appease her as their oldest boy came rushing up.
"Sorry love; didn't have enough after everything was said and done. Next time, though: promise." Sebasto explained. Kiana sighed, not willing to make too much of a scene in front of their guests or especially the boys. The fisherman took his chance and quickly walked back to pick up the rest of the dining set.
"Well nevermind that; dinner should be ready in a few minutes. I hope you like snails." She asked as she set down the dish on the cooking pot. Link couldn't see anyone else's reactions, but could only speculate what exactly could make those slimy things even the slightest bit edible…
It was a little crowded around the pot, but the group of six was still perfectly capable of relishing in the fine meal that had been pulled together. Between the travelers sharing their stories, the family talking about their home's past and the local legends, and just a general uplifting atmosphere, Link could honestly say that this was the most comfortable he'd been in a long, long time.
Kiana sat down after putting Zuta and Kinov to bed. It'd taken some doing, especially with the former wanting to hear more of 'Mr. Green's' tales of heroism and bravery. But a promise for their father taking them fishing seemed to have appeased him. She wasn't really sure what was causing her husband to roar with laughter, but based on Letty's likewise state and Link's bashful state; it was clearly at the young man's expense.
"Ah, well that's one way to waste an afternoon I suppose. Must've been worth the exercise though, right?" the bearded man sighed as he wiped away a tear in his eye. Link sighed as his companion mockingly patted him on the shoulder, clearly enjoying his momentary discomfort. "You're back early; I expected Zuta to be bouncing off the walls after letting him have sugarcane juice." He commented as he downed the rest of his cup.
"About that…" she trailed off, getting her husband's attention. "I hope you don't mind, but the boy's will be joining your fishing trip this week." She explained, her tone apologetic, but not really leaving any room for debate. The fisherman sighed; knowing that he couldn't in good conscious bring his young boys all the way out to Soka Point.
"Hm, I suppose I can give a go for Aris Beach; should be pretty clear now that our two heroes have cleared out the coastline." Sebasto relented. The haul wouldn't be as good; enough for food and some spare pay, but not enough for his 'special crop'… hopefully the remaining powder would be enough to last in the meantime.
Kiana smiled, happy to have avoided any embarrassing displays in front of their guests. "Sounds good. Well, since the boy's are asleep, why don't you bring out the weekend special? I'm sure these two would be glad to join us tonight." She mused with a light flutter of her eyes.
Sebasto grinned at his wife's request. "That's a fine idea, love. Why don't you entertain our guests while I go bring it out? Excuse me two; it'll just be a moment." He explained as he left the circle and walked back to the hut they shared.
"That's got to be the best damn seafood I've ever had. Thanks so much for inviting us, Kiana." Letty leaned back and sighed. Link offered his own gratitude towards the Faronese woman and her family.
"It's the least we can do. Those monsters have been causing us trouble for months now. Maybe they'll take a hint next Blood Moon and leave us be." She wistfully mused. The two travelers nodded; both quite aware of how demoralizing the prospect of an unending war against monsters that kept coming back could be.
"Do you really think that's going to happen?" the silverette asked, exhibiting an attempt at being tactful regarding such an unlikely prospect. Sure there were cases of monsters shuffling on if they faced enough consistent opposition, but that usually applied to the weaker members. Even then, there was always the idea that they'd come back, or be effectively replaced by a stronger member of their species.
"I'm hoping so. We can handle the weaker ones, and even hold off the older ones. But Blacksnout… we don't stand a chance against that monster." She shuddered as her thoughts trailed back to waking up to slaughtered cattle, or hearing the screams of faceless travelers being fended upon for the crime of trying to visit their village. "Still, I can't thank you all enough for what you've done; especially for my little Kinov. Hopefully this means I don't need to explain what those screams and grunts were until he's older…"
"Wait, so you mean those pigfaced bastards were…" Letty trailed off as the realization hit her like a Talus to the face. The Faronese mother stayed silent and waited for the silverette to collect herself. "…Are, are you sure? I don't think Bokoblins are intelligent enough to screw each other."
"I've been raising cattle all my life; I know what animals in heat sound like. Incidentally, I know the difference between mindless rutting and say; a couple having sex; intelligence has nothing to do with it." Kiana mused as she plopped a butter-soaked snail in her mouth. Even with her eyes closed, it was painfully obvious that she could see the look of embarrassment on her young guest's faces and was relishing their discomfort.
"I…I didn't think there were any Bokoblin girls at that outpost. Did you see any, Link?" Letty asked, trying to change the topic. Sure she wasn't exactly a prude, but it's not like she was eager to getting critiqued in the act of sex by a mother of two. At her words, Link simply shrugged, his own mortification lingering on his face.
"I doubt there were any. Not that that's going to stop one of those savage beasts." The Faronese woman explained as she finally opened her clear blue eyes. Link was confused at what exactly the mother was implying. It took one look at his companion to realize that he was essentially alone in this state of ignorance.
"Didn't think that a Bokoblin could be gay, but I guess there's nothing really shocking about it in hindsight." The silverette mused as she picked at a piece of porgy. THAT was a connection that the amnesiac was able to latch onto, and all at once he started to understand what exactly the two were talking about, starting with the term 'gay'.
He'd heard it be used to refer to people, sometimes in a less than flattering light, but had never really met anyone that called themselves as such. While he could admit that Bolson was…eccentric, he wasn't sure if the man ever professed himself as such. Despite what some of the citizens of Hateno Vilalge believed. At the time he opted to stay silent and file it all away until he learned what exactly it entailed. As far as he could figure, it was being attracted to the same gender… but that raised a few questions to him, such as the ability to raise and rear children.
Speaking of that; the act of sex. Women together was one thing, but what could men do? As it turned out it involved sticking your dick in someone's ass… and if the fact his finger had nearly broken inside the silverette's rump was any testament, surely that could hardly be a good thing. What would that even be like, thrusting in there?
Put bluntly, the thought wasn't really appealing. Surely it must hurt far more than a woman's flower? Wouldn't the pain override any sense of gratification from either party? Was it like how some people apparently got off on the act of being injured or having blood drawn?
'...'
Maybe he was thinking too much; not every relationship was built on sex, obviously. Perhaps it really was just a matter of being attracted to a member of the same sex. There were all kinds of ways to describe a relationship or the concepts of love after all. As a last-ditch exercise, the blond tried to speculate on any reasons why it WASN'T a possibility…
'…'
When he couldn't find one, Link ultimately had to just let the matter drop. He didn't have enough information, and really this wasn't the time or place to be frittering away time pondering what he didn't know. Not when he was still in the company of his newfound friend, and the couple that had graciously offered them dinner.
The two had moved on after he'd tuned out; he caught wind of mentioning a particularly nasty storm that had threatened to wipe out their village a few months prior. They hadn't even noticed when the amnesiac had entered his deep thoughts, nor his return to active awareness. "Sorry it took so long; wanted to bring out the best of the best." He heard from behind him, heralding the return of the fisherman.
While he couldn't make out what Sebasto had brought, his hostess and comrade were certainly in approval. "Mmm" the Faronese mother purred.
"Oh hell yes." Letty licked her lips.
"Made it myself. There's a sugar cane patch off of Martha's Landing." Sebasto explained as he set the bottle down along with the four new cups. With the silverette practically salivating now, the fisherman popped the cork and poured two cups worth to provide to the ladies.
"It's a nice way to spend a weekend night; a fine-cooked meal, clear nights, and a nice helping of rum." Kiana sighed in bliss as she leaned back, enjoying the breeze that was coming in from the beach below. Beside her, her husband voiced his agreement as he poured another cup before offering it to Link.
The blond had not had a single drop of alcohol yet; not the rice wine that Kakariko boasted, nor the ale from Hateno or whatever 'Wingshine' was supposed to be. It just had never crossed his mind to try it, nor had he been explicitly offered any brew… until now, at least. "Oh come on you spoilsport; we've been working our ass off for the last few days; least we can do is have a drink." Letty called out as she downed her own rum.
…Well one cup couldn't hurt, right?
"Sho yuu've NEVER done anal?" Letty slurred as she sloppily put down her cup. Across the fire, an inebriated Link took time to register her words before shaking his head. "Trusht me; you're not misshing much. A finger's one thing, but I don't wanna imagine a whole dick going up my butt." The silverette shuddered as she downed her cup. She'd discarded her vest shortly after the couple had left them, leaving her in just her short-sleeved shirt that showcased her modest cleavage.
Kiana and Sebasto had excused themselves and retreated back to their huts about twenty minutes earlier. Even with being a just a tad sloshed (her moreso than him), the two Hylians could guess what the couple were doing, especially after they'd dropped all the shutters and doused the torches. Still, they'd been welcomed to the rest of the rum and whatever was left of the paella, and the night air felt really good. So neither was in the mood to be leaving.
Their current topic came about when the Bokoblin leader Blacksnout came up again. The specifics were suitably muddled thanks to the rum, but the intent was clear as day. Not surprising, but the alcohol was serving to loosen Letty's already brazen tongue, so much so that she flat-out asked how many times Link had gotten laid or jerked off.
"Well conshid…conis…with our antics, we're really not the one's to be looking down on that, are we?" she shrugged as she poured more rum. "You better take shome more, or elssh I'm gonna be downing the rest of dis shtuff. Remind me to compiment Sebasto tomorrow, 'cus holy crap he'sh good *ULP* -t this." She squeaked, spilling some of her rum in the process.
"Sho anyway, we've got the whole day off tomorrow, sho whatta ya thinkin'? We could go to a beash, or try to find that pool what's-is-faeshe wus mentin'ng." Letty slurred. Even in his state, Link was confused what she was talking about; who had mentioned this? "You didn't hear? It'sa 'pposed to be over there…" she pointed behind him to the cliffside. "Wait, that's not right; over there!" she quickly adjusted course and spun in her seat to point to Tuft Mountain. "…Where'd my rum go?" It wasn't until they heard the impact of wood on wood that either one realized what had happened to her drink.
"aww…" the silverette pouted, looking for all the world like a child that had dropped her treat. The still-functional portion of Link compelled him to hand over his own barely-used cup before struggling to stand up and retrieve hers from the walkway. "Whdda gentamen; ev'r the kini-*URP*-it" Letty released an unladylike burp, followed by a fit of giggles. Link couldn't help but let out his own grin as he walked past her to recover the cup.
It took some groping in the dark, but eventually he found the hollowed wooden cup at the edge of the platform and turned back to return to the fire pit. Letty was reaching into the pot to grab more of the thoroughly picked paella, leaning forward to grab an elusive piece across the pot. Her shirt was riding up from the back, exposing the top of her ass crack. Couple that with the way her hips were inadvertently gyrating in such a hypnotic fashion… well he'd be lying if he denied a certain craving coming on.
"Come on you lousy snail…" she grit her teeth as she drunkenly stood up to reach her desired morsel. Once she had it between her prongs, the veteran traveler didn't even hesitate to plop it into her mouth and drop back onto her bench, hearing a muffled 'oof' in the process. As it turned out, her comrade had sat down in her seat in the brief time she'd vacated it. "Are you shtill 'ungree?" she asked with food in her slurring mouth. Feeling his hands on her hips suggested otherwise, and the stiff hard-on between her ass cheeks clued her in.
"Oooh *ulp*…THAT kind of meal." The silverette muttered as she turned her head to meet his lips. The taste of rum was strong on each other's lips (hers moreso than his), but neither Hylian cared enough to reject the other. In fact, it was only when she felt his hand starting to grope the underside of her tits that she decided to break off. Having sex on a stool was hardly a notion she considered appealing, meaning a new locale needed to be considered… preferably, one that was close by.
"Not heare. 'Ver there." She glanced at the space past the couple's hut. No sooner had she started walking over than Link latched onto her back and began an assault on her sensitive neck. "Din'sh Hips, you're inshatiable." The girl purred as her younger comrade continued to lavish her neck with a constant stream of nicks and kisses. His other hands were also busy, roaming around her stomach and cupping her covered chest before one reached the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. As he suspected; she'd gone braless and really embraced the native custom.
Turns out they couldn't even make it past the back of the hut before a combination of poor motor functions and Link's increasingly aggressive ministrations caused the two to collapse with him atop her back. The two drunken travelers writhed around and struggled without cooperation before finally they wound up just beneath the deck of the hut with him looking straight at her now-bare chest. As it turns out her tan was VERY thorough; so much so that he couldn't even make out a single bit of her chest that hadn't been kissed by the sun's rays. Which meant…
"Heeey, I offered for you to join me; but you were already outta it. Maybe tommorow?" she offered. Link started to shake his head before remembering that he had it backwards, and quickly adjusted it to a frantic series of nods. "Glad that'sh done. Now come hither and suck my tongue out, Ssshhr. Knight."
He was hardly one to deny a lady, even one as crass and forward as Letty. If anything, he was getting more turned on by her drunken antics. Where else would she be getting this nonsense? Still, he didn't want to flat out follow her whims, and instead of reaching up to her puckered lips he aimed lower to her jiggling breasts.
As his skilled tongue assaulted her nipples she couldn't help but let out a soft moan in approval. However when she felt his mouth depart her swollen teats, her green eyes opened as protest started to leave her tongue… only to end up looking straight into the golden eyes and long black snout of the family's pet.
"Shhit, forgot bout'a dog."
Seeing that he was finally being payed attention to, the retriever started wagging his tail and panting happily. Neither of the two drunk travelers knew how to respond to a dog bargaining in on them with his hand on her breast and just a few seconds away from coitus.
When the two strange new friends failed to instantly start playing, the dog's tail stopped wagging as a low whine escaped his lips. While it was silent enough to go under the sounds of crickets, it was only a matter of time before it resorted to full-blown barking that would give them away…That would be bad
Despite being inebriated, Link was still able to react quickly. Without breaking eye contact, he reached over to his pouch with his free hand and pulled out his weapon of choice.
A simple skewer of meat, salt, and a few nuts. Without even taking his hand off her tit, Link slowly waved the stick in front of the dog, getting some slight amusement out of how the retriever's golden eyes followed. Once he was certain that the dog was truly captivated, the Hylian tossed it towards the beach, causing the eager pup to take off and leave them be.
The look of satisfaction on his face was wiped out as Letty took his head in her palm and locked lips with a searing, open-mouthed kiss. Once they broke for air, he got a good look at how clouded with lust her brilliant green eyes were. "Quick thinking. I'm impressed." She purred as her free hand wandered down to his hard-on squeezing between her ass cheeks. "Still, I hope you saved some of that meat and cream for me…"