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HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS
Not kidding. Zelda gets it on with a monster, and willingly, this chapter. There's some TW for tentacles, too.
Chap. 48: Lake Siela
Zelda's pulse was deafening in her veins, pounding through her skull at a breakneck pace. Her breath was already ragged after just a few moments. She had thought the road was secure! Regular guards moved between the Dueling Peaks Stable and Kakariko Village. She had passed several of them over the last day!
That's why they move in disguise, she realized, even if they should be able to get the drop on someone- on me- it's much more efficient to simply travel under an illusion, isn't it?
Not that it really mattered to her, to the situation at hand. She ducked under the vicious, curved sickle-blade at the last moment, her shield too slow and the club even slower to deflect it. There was a slight thump as the Yiga assassin's fingers smacked into the thin layer of reinforced wood that protected her body. A few golden strands of hair drifted past, caught in the breeze that flowed down Kakariko Canyon at this time of day out toward the Blatchery Plain.
Before Zelda could retaliate, the Yiga jumped back, leaping impossibly far on almost spring-like legs. He landed some twelve feet away, immediately bouncing to travel another eight or ten feet further. "Mwa, ha, haha!" the masked figure chuckled, his voice not at all muffled by the covering, "You think can can keep up with our moves? Think again!"
She readied her shield again and spread her legs a little, ready to adjust in a split-second, just like she had been taught, to either absorb the blow without skidding, which would require a slightly wider stance, or to tighten it up a little further and jump away, avoiding it altogether. Which she would do depended largely on how the Yiga made his next move.
It happened before she was fully ready despite the quick change on Zelda's part. Just as quickly as he had bounded away, the Yiga, clearly male under the red body-suit though not as well-endowed as her now-dead rapist, dashed forward. He closed the intervening distance at a dead sprint in under two seconds, leaning fully forward so he was nearly horizontal, with both arms outstretched behind him. The sickle was on his right, her left, the shield side. She raised the barrier at the last moment, expecting a mighty blow as she spun to both avoid and deflect the momentum.
Instead, her right bicep began to sting as the poisoned blade left a razor-thin line across it that split the fabric of her shirt just below the leather armor. He had switched hands, somehow!
"Ha ha, I told you, Princess! You can't hope to stand up to the Yiga's ancient techniques!"
She lunged forward, the Bokoblin club swinging fast, only to catch empty air again as the Yiga man jumped straight up, a paper tag burning in his hand. She had just a moment to catch a hint of the symbols engraved on it. It was written in a strange dialect of Sheikah, she thought, the two symbols she registered translated to 'destruction' and 'fire'.
Her eyes widened, the shield rose just in time as orange heat flashed around her.
Not with the force of one of her Remote Bombs, but close to it. Enough to send her sprawling, spinning, to land spread-eagle on her back. The wind was knocked from Zelda's lungs, and her ears rang, her head spun as she rolled to her feet, numb fingers scrabbling for the handle of her weapon.
Where she had just been a moment before, the Yiga suddenly was, dropping out of the sky with his sickle held backwards in one hand, reinforcing a straight, short blade held downward in the other.
A falling thrust, one that would have pierced her throat if she hadn't moved quickly.
This time, her club was still too slow, but the shield smacked into the Yiga's shoulder as he spun to face her, making him grunt.
It wasn't much, but it was the first solid hit she'd landed in over a minute.
"Tch, lucky," the assassin grumbled, "but not so much next time. Try this!"
He threw another tag, and Zelda jumped to the right, tumbling, expecting another explosion.
Nothing happened.
Except that, as she followed through with the roll to land on shaky, unsteady feet, her brain still sluggish from the earlier blast, his fist impacted her sternum, driving even more air from her. "Ugh!" Zelda cried.
He tried to lunge away, and on instinct, Zelda did what must have been the worst possible movement: Her arms closed around his head, bringing the Yiga's mask straight into her chest. He struggled at once, and she panicked for a moment as she remembered he had more than just the sickle, but that even that would be devastating despite the awkward angle from this close. He wanted to be close, where she was vulnerable!
Still, the moment's distraction of her chest, modest though it might be, was enough for Zelda to spin as she suddenly pushed away, reversing direction. This first hit with the shield on her left arm cracked against the side of the Yiga's head, and she heard him hiss in pain. The second as her rotation continued brought the Boko club up. It didn't connect with head or mask, the Yiga was already leaning back, out of her reach, displaying incredible reflexes in addition to the flexibility and acrobatic skill he had already shown.
This isn't going well, she thought desperately, wondering if she had time to reach for the Sheikah Slate. But no, she was almost out of power. Any use, it had said, could make it shut down. Even regular bombs would have to be used most sparingly until she could get it recharged by Purah. No... she was on her own.
Only her own skills and equipment could help, here. Even Bubmin, if he was willing to help her again, was probably a hundred miles away, far to the southeast where she had seen him last. The Yiga ran in again, this time not for the same switch-and-strike maneuver, which Zelda might have been ready for. Instead, he swung once with the right hand, then jump not back, but to his left, around Zelda's club-carrying hand. He slashed again, then flipped the sickle in his grip to bring it back down from overhead. Those two, three blows were parried with the Shield of the Mind's Eye, and then her club, great chunks torn from the pinewood, before he switched hands. That fourth strike got through Zelda's guard, and drew blood on her right side just above the pelvis. She winced, but in hitting her, the Yiga had lingered just a bit too long.
She punched him back, the fist carrying her club crashed into the Yiga's mask hard enough to crack the lower half with a loud snapping noise.
Or maybe that was her knuckles. Zelda yelped in pain, but the assassin staggered back, off-balance. The princess shook off the pain in her hand, at least long enough to bring the club down on his chest. This time, the Yiga wheezed, the lucky strike right on the solar plexus.
She didn't give the man time to recover. Her second blow smashed into his mask too, shattering the lower half completely so that shards went flying into the grass and dirt at the side of the road, and drew blood in several small lines across a soft jaw. "Die!" she screamed, and raised the club again.
Before it could fall, she saw the Yiga's mouth twist into a bloody grin, and watched in horror as his trembling hands brought up a long scroll filled with the same tiny writing she had seen on the earlier explosive strip of paper.
There was a flash of light, and Zelda worried she was gone, dead.
Only a few moments later, she realized she still heard the rush of wind in the canyon and blood through her veins.
He was gone, the impression in the grass the Yiga's body had left was already fading slowly. "Shit," she whispered, looking up to warily scan the area. He had disappeared before, though he hadn't remained out of sight for long. Up...? No, all that was above Zelda were blue skies and a few wispy clouds.
After several minutes, she slowly started to let herself relax, though as she spent a little over an hour looking for the Yiga's camp, she remained on high alert, her senses honed for the slightest sign of ambush. There was nothing, though, not even after she found what she was sure was it. Warm coals and a cooking pot, dirty, with a small bedroll and water skin tucked into a crevice in the cliffs to the west, toward the larger part of Lake Siela.
But her explorations had at least been worth something. Tucked inside the Yiga's bedroll was a small pouch with eighteen Rupees, and a spare sickle. Her club was already gouged and whittled away by both she and the assassin parrying each other's attacks, so she was happy to throw it down the long slope toward the lake, and take the killer's weapon instead. There was more, though.
On the lake itself, some half-mile distant, a small outcropping of rock rose from the water. Near it, a ring of tall, thin fingers of stone protruded, too. It was a pattern she had seen before, and one her mind recognized at once. "A Korok, out there...? Well, at least I can use Cryonis to... damn. No, I can't. I... I suppose I can swim..."
After Zelda stripped down to her underthings, she stowed as much away as she could into the waterproof satchel her father's ghost had made for her, then enjoyed the sun's warmth as a counterpoint to the cool, moist air as she strolled down the grassy embankment. Once she reached the water itself, she wasted no time moving in. It was cold, nearly glacier-like, and made the princess' skin rife with goose-pimples, while her nipples grew painfully hard and erect. She was shivering before it reached her waist, but shortly after she was able to actually start swimming, her body adjusted to the temperature and she started making decent progress.
She was still chilled when she reached the island about half an hour later, but Zelda was only just starting to truly feel tired. Still, with the chance to warm up, she quickly stripped off her remaining clothing, laid them out on the rocks, and then quickly set up a few for a comfortable place to rest herself, before tossing one of the larger ones into the stone ring.
Once the Korok had appeared, it seemed strangely surprised and yet interested in seeing her body. It didn't stare, but Zelda caught it looking several times in their brief conversation, before it vanished once more. She thought she could feel its little eyes on her as she lay back on the warm rocks with a smile, but didn't care in the least.
No, if anything she found the creature's spying, if indeed it was, a little arousing. She had no interest in Koroks themselves, but they were sentient and seemed to find her appealing. At least, she was a curiosity.
It was far more important to the Princess to lay there naked in the sun, basking in its warmth and light with the cool breeze providing a counterpoint that kept her nipples pleasantly hard, and the rest of her from getting too hot. She needed a moment just to relax, to lay there, alone, blissfully peaceful, after the violence she had been forced to engage in just that morning. There was no doubt in her mind that, had the Yiga prevailed, she would have been killed. Likely, raped first, then killed unlike the last one. His attacks had been precise, and aimed not to maim or injure, but to kill her.
Had the Calamity given up on her capture, as she had first heard from the blue Bokoblins on the Great Plateau? Was her sentence now death?
Did she care? Would it change anything for her, personally?
"No," Zelda said quietly to herself, "It changes nothing. If anything, death is a mercy to me compared to being captured and sent to the Calamity."
It would destroy Hyrule, and possibly the rest of the world, if she failed, but Zelda knew she did not fear death. Not anymore, not after so many close calls. Was it healthy? No, probably not.
But it was better than the alternative of torture and torment for the rest of her days, while she watched the world burn around her.
Another zephyr passed over Zelda perhaps half an hour after she had started laying in the sun, and her eyes opened. She knew, now, what that feeling in her body was. The feeling between her legs, the tightness, the heat the built and built. She was a century old, but she had the body and mind of a young woman, and the hormones to match.
Even more importantly for her in particular, Zelda also had the soul of a Goddess who seemed bent on giving her as much physical pleasure as she could, in a possibly vain attempt to equalize the suffering Zelda was due to experience too.
It had started, that morning, with seeing the Yiga's bulge in his pants. It was nothing impressive, an average size at best, she thought, but something. The Korok's peering eyes, even now on her she thought, as a hand moved up to cup one of her breasts and squeeze it, while the other moved between her legs to find herself wet. Not still, but again. The water of Lake Siela had long since tried, but her pussy was overflowing to match the desire she felt for... anything, really.
Well, not anything. But there were a couple of Moblin horns in her satchel, and one twisting tentacle, or the trusty Ancient Screw. "Or," Zelda exhaled as she slipped a finger into her vagina, "I could... Mm... just enjoy this for a while. Even if it doesn't satisfy- m- me, it still feels good."
Her legs opened wider, and another finger joined the first. Her eyes stayed closed, but the princess imagined what she might look like to some distant viewer on the shore, perhaps with a spyglass.
At a distance, the scar would be invisible, but her golden hair would still shine, her toned, slender, athletic body glowing in the mid-day sun as she writhed, her hips moving in a counter-circle to her fingers as they thrummed across the rigid bud of her sensitive clit...
She wanted to be watched as she climaxed, and Zelda got her wish, though she did not yet know it.
The princess rode herself through it with two fingers plunging into her depths and the other hand pinching her nipples hard enough to bruise one, as liquid rolled down the cleft between her legs and onto the rocks below. "Ah... Goddess, that was good," she said with a quiet giggled as she sat up and reached for her satchel. "Now, what next... the Screw? Or... or one of those twisted Moblin's horns? I know they're good, if a bit strange... Haah... it's a good thing Bubmin's not around, or I'd probably have him in my mouth already. Or... or lower."
Her mind shuddered as she, at first, imagined what it would be like for the strangely loyal monster to rut on her, before she remembered that she knew what Bokoblin cocks felt like. Her fingers moved faster as she remembered...
Hating herself for it, as she thought back to the two black Bokoblins on Hateno Beach, Chodled and Mundu, Zelda imaged them ravaging her again, their thick, somewhat squat, pointed cocks plunging just four or five inches into her, but stretching her out so deliciously, as her traitorous body...
She shuddered, not quite climaxing again, as numb fingers fumbled faster for her satchel. She needed one of her devices inside her, before she did something stupid.
The princess climaxed immediately as the twisted, knobbed horn of the Moblin she had killed north of Lake Jarrah touched her deeper than she could remember any of the Bokoblins striking. It was thin there, but her pussy clenched tightly as she orgasmed again, letting her feel every rough knob and bump in the worn ivory. Standing on her knees, she reached behind herself to get a better angle to plunge it forward and back, shaking her bare rump loosely in the direction of the Stable, wishing someone was there to see it, as he fell forward onto her other hand.
Her body rocked back and forth for several minutes, the desire and horror warring within her as Zelda was both pleasured and repulsed by the dead monster's body part in her cunt, until she realized she was not alone with an invisible Korok.
There was an Octorok watching her now, too.
Not just watching, though. It must have been submerged completely, still thinking it was night as the shadows from the surrounding cliffs hadn't let the direct sunlight fall, and then she had been laying on the lee side of the rocks. Now, it was half out of the water, pulling its bulbous body toward her by way of wrapping a tentacle around one rock, shortening it, and then moving to the next, while the horizontally-slitted yellow eyes stayed locked on her.
She felt a spike of fear...
But Zelda did not let it control her, as she whispered, "Curse you, Hylia..."
Instead, she forced herself to pull the delightful, twisted ivory dildo from her pussy, and stood. It clattered to the stone from numb fingers, but Zelda was past caring. She took the five steps necessary to reach the peak of the small island, and two more, then lowered herself to sit on one of the larger rocks there and opened her legs wide. "You can kill me," she whispered, as the creature's tentacles reached for her, "or you can use me. Take me... give us both pleasur-aaaaaaahhhh!"
She screamed not from pain or terror, as two tentacles shot out to astounding lengths, ten or twelve feet long, to wrap around her right wrist and left knee. She was hoisted into the air, and her eyes blinked shut against the sun or a moment.
But only a moment. After that, they scrunched together in blissful agony as she climaxed again, her body invaded to the womb by not just one, but two twisting, writhing appendages. "Hylia, yes, yes," the adventurer cried in stark contrast to her words just moments earlier.
Despite being perhaps half her weight and mostly bulbous air-sac in volume, the Octorok seemed to have no trouble keeping Zelda aloft with two tentacles, as the other two twisted into a single rope-like phallus, thicker than a Bokoblin and longer than a Moblin by at least a couple of feet. She gasped and moaned helplessly as her body swung back and forth, sometimes moving in time with the Octorok's thrusts, and sometimes against it, since it seemed incapable of holding a steady rhythm.
But Zelda didn't care. She only cared that, like that first time when she had put a severed tentacle from one of the same beasts inside her body, she felt glorious, rapturous pleasure. Only more. Before, the tentacle had been just one alone, and it had wriggled on reflex alone until she had passed out from bliss. Now, there were two in her pussy at once, and they were not just wriggling, but twisting, writhing, pumping forcefully back and forth, filling her and leaving her empty and aching for more with every moment.
"More," Zelda whimpered despite herself. She was a horrible, twisted soul, ruined by monsters and the Goddess herself, but the princess could not make herself care. She wanted what she wanted, and that was it. What Zelda wanted was for the Octorok to use her, to pump her full of its tentacles, of whatever strange chemical made her more aroused with every push, every moment of contact, the same that would've dissolved her clothes if she were wearing any.
Her body seemed made to cum, again and again, and soon a fifth orgasm was nearing, when Zelda suddenly shrieked in agonizing pain as one of the tentacles shoved, hard, against her cervix. A moment later, and her shriek broke along with the pain as something went through, plunging into the hollow of her womb itself. She felt the stretching at the mouth of her pussy first, but it quickly moved up and in, a couple of waves, before a strange cool liquid, colder than her body and far colder than the semen it expected to receive, blasted into her vagina. From the other tentacle, a moment later, two, eight, sixteen more swollen sections moved up the length, to unleash themselves directly in Zelda's womb.
She almost vomited from the pain, and would have, if not for the ecstatic pleasure the monster's secretions caused combined with the joy of her soul singing in happiness at bringing some other creature happiness and relief. Instead, she let out a howl of rapture, a garbled string of nonsense as she climaxed again and again, while her belly started to stretch to accommodate what had been left there.
Nothing made sense.
There was a rocking motion in her mind, her body convulsed in pleasure and release, as her limbs, her fingers and hands, her feet, clenched and unfurled in time with the Octorok's thrusts. It unleashed in her a second time, and once more she lost track of time for who knew how long.
Zelda came back to herself as the world spun further. She was falling! No... no, she was fucking, her body a willing, more-than-capable receptacle for the Octorok's fluid, where she belonged. At least, at that moment. The moon was rising, and the sun nearly set, when she felt the rocks touch her back. It had put her down. Was it sated...?
The woman whimpered in aching need as one of the tentacles withdrew from her depths. Her body was in agony, thrumming from the relentless abuse, and even though the Octorok's limbs that had held her aloft shifted frequently, even changed arms and legs, those hurt and tingled, too. "I need more," she whispered plaintively. Even if 'more' might just drive her mad with lust. "Don't take it out, don't st-aaahhh!"
Zelda didn't know if anything had ever been stuffed up her rectum, but she knew what it felt like now. The tentacle in her womb stayed there, vibrating and trembling as another series of pulses prepared to drop the... eighth? Tenth? Fifteenth? Load inside her, but the one that now plundered her ass did not give the princess a moment's respite to adjust. Instead, it thrust back and forth just as, or perhaps more violently, than it had before in her pussy.
Then the one in her womb was yanked out too, only to wrap itself around her neck and haul her up. Not hard enough to choke, though Zelda's hands started scrabbling at it instinctively, just enough to spin her around. Her back scraped against the rocks hard enough to leave a trail of blood, but she didn't care, she was lost in ecstasy, and the pain only heightened it. The ones that had been holding her in the air most recently released then, and they plunged into her depths once more. Again, the princess shrieked in pleasure as two tentacles fucked her cunt, while a third seemed to move endlessly deeper into her intestines. Dimly, she was aware her belly was already swollen, so that she looked at least a few months pregnant, and the ache, pleasant as it was, of her skin and flesh stretching was starting to hurt. But another load flushed out of the Octorok, which was starting to look shriveled in turn from the fluids it had pumped into her, this time from three tentacles at once.
"More, more," she cried. A third call was silenced by the last appendage thrusting into her open mouth and straight down her throat.
"Mpph- mmmmmmmph!" Zelda couldn't breathe!
She tried to pull it out, but the slick, slimy rope offered too little purchase for her hands, so Zelda did little more than bring the Octorok a bit more pleasure as she worked it desperately. She choked, tried to vomit once more as it pushed past any semblance of gag reflex she might have had. Her neck bulged, and even her lungs seemed pressed upon with the thick length of it in her esophagus, but the Octorok was relentless. She felt the tip of it break into her stomach, using the entire upper half of her body for its pleasure as she gagged and tried to spit. Tears welled in her eyes, but the same aphrodisiac effect the tentacles' secretions had worked on her still, and soon Zelda was trying to moan, instead, heedless of the danger.
Something touched her left breast, and bleary, eyes opened to see the Octorok's mouth, a thick, ring-like tube situated below the two bulbous eyes, latch around her breast. She moaned near-silently around the invading mass in her mouth as it started to suckle, and she climaxed again. This time, perhaps because of the lack of oxygen, she blacked out completely, and knew no more.
Eventually, Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, woke, her body aching and swollen. She was still naked on the small island in Lake Siela, but the Octorok was gone. Her body was full, trembling, numb but in pain, with strange red marks from its suckers. She whimpered as she painfully levered herself to a sitting position. Her belly was still distended, but only a little now, and the bright moonlight displayed a glistening river of white that ran down from both her nether holes, and from where she must have vomited after the one in her mouth had finally stopped.
There was a stringy something on the rocks below her, though. Almost like a mass of hair that extended from a larger clump in the center to four sets of locks from a long soak in the tub. And, of course, how could she miss the bulbous eye and two pink bladders, the clear remains of a dead Octorok.
She groaned as she sat up fully, "Did... Did I really fuck that Octorok to death?"
It seemed so. The tentacles were worse than what she had pulled out of her body after the first one had become desiccated, but they were quite similar. Zelda felt herself shudder, still a little repulsed by the idea of what she had just done.
But the memory of it made her climax on the spot, even if it was a small one, without even touching her abused groin. "Hylia," Zelda whispered, "if... if that's what it's like with Bokoblins, I... I see how Boko-Matrons come to be. It's certainly not an... an every-day thing, but... if I ever lack for a companion again, I can think of worse ways to spend a day than with an Octorok.
"Fuck, I'm such a horny girl," Zelda chuckled, if only to keep more serious emotions from setting in about the incident.
Thankfully, as she finally got upright on wobbly knees, Zelda found her equipment, supplies, and gear exactly where she had left it. The night chill was setting in deeply now, but she didn't mind so much anymore. She'd been colder. Drying off after her next exhausted swim might be hard, but at least she could make a fire easily with her Flameblade. Just carrying that around might warm her up, and provide some soothing relief. After her satchel and the Sheikah Slate were strapped to her once more over her underthings, Zelda strode into Lake Siela's icy waters with more confidence than before. Even if she was aching and sore, she would live, and the ecstatic, mind-numbing series of orgasms was one she thought she might remember for the rest of her days in exquisite detail. Even if it made her ashamed to recall it.
At least the water, and then the heat of her magical sword's blade, did a lot to sooth the princess' aches and pains as she swam, then walked on weary legs toward the Dueling Peaks Stable.
Maybe, if she were lucky, her perpetual arousal would again be mildly sated by Sagessa's attention. The Octorok had done a good job of that, but Zelda still knew it would not be enough.
It would never be enough, as long as she retained the youth and vitality she currently possessed.
She was strangely okay with that.