Craftin' Savage 3 - (LoZ BoW-Timeline, Bokoblin!SI)
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Warning! Fem!Link is a pragmatic woman, totally not a horny virgin elf.
It was night, and Link couldn't sleep.
While that wasn't a novelty considering the burdening task up ahead and the ramifications of being this generation's hylian hero, the woes disturbing her capacity to rest were pretty grounded in a very embarrassed matter.
Why did he have to be so big?
Link was a girl, there was no issue in admitting to that, and she had always lamented to some extent how boyish she was. Sure, she had been told in the past that she came from a long line of 'Links' that were born men.
A Link for a Zelda. It was something of an harmonious union and all.
So, when she was born a girl and Zelda was, as expected, a girl too, things had been a bit awkward for Link. Especially since Zelda didn't seem to care about that issue.
Did Link love Zelda? Absolutely. But sometimes the idea of seeing her so 'bold' in showing off her bountiful behind with some 'innocent' displays made her wary that Zelda was trying hard to get her to submit to her.
Link was a tomboy and she was fine with it. But she always held back from outright swear off the idea of having a boyfriend. After all, her mere birth had shown that things can change and there was no way for them to conceive a child with how their biology was.
So, Link's lesbianhood was, at best, a very tentative and uncertain thing - even with both Mipha and Zelda diving hard for her. The same didn't extend to her heterosexual interest - she was a girl that liked handsome boys from the very beginning.
She hardly had a chance to explore that path due to her friendship and commitment to Zelda so... this situation caught her a bit off-guard.
The previous day she didn't exactly see much of the strange Bokoblin that was surprisingly civilized and gifted with similar abilities as hers to invoke an 'inventory' and create items within mere moments.
What she didn't expect was for the Bokoblin to be 1) familiar with tools that allowed for long ranged explosions and 2) for the blue-skinned shortstack to be blessed with the mightiest shaft she had ever seen or imagined.
She didn't exactly see it at first, she just saw a slender shape erected through the sleeping Bokoblin's loincloth. It was huge, pulsating, throbbing and... dear Hylia, the smell is so intoxicating.
Now, Link did not have a smell kink. She actually loathed the filthy scent of the average bokoblin, but this one, John, was actually clean- he cleaned himself frequently.
And while that should not matter much if it comes to a stench coming from his groin, the issue was that the cleanliness allowed for just the manly scent to remain and remind her of the few times she first sniffed a similar smell.
It was the same as sweat, but less unpleasant and more... enticing. It made her worked up, her groin heating up as she started to rub her legs together under her blanket. It was getting a bit frustrating, even though they were fairly distant from one another.
If she didn't know John better, she would have suspected he was doing this on purpose but... he was soundly asleep, snoring a bit even as he seemed very deep in whatever dream had left him with a boner.
Shuddering as she still turned to the blue phallus, Link knew she couldn't just let it be like that.
There was just a blanket and she was using it since Bokoblins could handle the cold better by John's own admission. So... he was quite in display, and the breeze was just sending the dick-scented air straight to her nostrils.
It was ultimately her decision to tackle this by shifting closer, use the blanket to cover him up a bit and then hope this would solve the mess.
Turns out that it didn't as another worrisome thought entered her mind as she glared at the tent pitched by the dick under the covers - what if he came onto the blanket?
The mere idea of having the blanket stained disgusted her.
Sure, it was her fault she had gone through that thought process and... maybe that wasn't going to happen?
Still, Link knew her luck and she knew she had to prevent any issue from depriving her of the only blanket they had at the moment.
What ensued was a very 'smart' and totally-not 'dumb' plan. Grimacing over the wasted jar as she had it placed by the glans of the penis so the cum wouldn't spill all over, Link's left hand reached to stroke the huge cock. The pacewas careful and tender at first, worried that she may wake John up in such an awkward situation.
Oh, you know. Saw you throbbing and I wanted to help you out a bit.
That wasn't going to work as an excuse, but at least Link was not suffering that sort of fate just yet.
All she was doing was looking under the covers, looking at that meaty rod, and then getting distracted by the few mental pictures her mind was wrecking her with.
She imagined that minx of a princess showing her plump butt, rubbing against the shaft Link was pleasing and then she imagined how lewd the ensuing sights would go. Maybe that would be preceded by a sisterly and most slutty double service over the cock with their mouths. Sharing the ensuing cum would be just too much for her silly elven mind.
As she shuddered and grew more aroused, Link couldn't stop in teasing her own breasts in the process. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds with how pent-up she was.
Ever since she woke up, she hardly had much to handle that stress she had been holding within herself. She was still quite a mortal despite her heroic lineage and important role in Hyrule, so she had her own urges.
Urges that had been untouched for a long time now.
Pleasing a man- no, a friend's penis while pleasuring herself felt like the weirdest way to tackle that issue. But that didn't stop her from biting down a moan at how good it all felt.
It was becoming even more apparent that, despite her 'noble' reason behind this service, that she was indeed interested in men. Men that didn't midjudge her, didn't hard-press on doing something and that treated her as much as a normal girl as she wished to be.
Hero or not, Link had a limit on the level of self-importance she held. She was not just 'the Hero', and John had treated her just like a companion.
Link's blissful thinking and wholesome depravity culminated right as she came in her own panties and... she saw the jar she put on top of John's dick fill up with jets of white thick white cream.
The cock went flaccid almost instantly, which prompted Link to catch the falling jar before its content could be spilled.
The steamy mess stole her full attention, her lewd-addled mind compelling her to 'taste' the result of her hardwork.
With her index finger stained in gooey sperm, she placed some of it in her mouth and... she flinched.
It's so bitter!
She heard of women that would drink cum straight of men's penises but... how could they do that? It was so unpleasant!
Despite that clear disgust, Link was bold enough to get another 'serving'. She doubted she could keep the jar as it was, and disposing of it nearby would mean possibly revealing this matter when they woke up properly the ensuing morning and John somewhat stumbled on it.
So, much to her chagrin, Link grasped the edges of the jar, allowed it to rest on her lips and she started to chug all the cum down her throat.
It was the most unsavory thing she did as she regretted the taste but... at least she was done. And she lied down with a full stomach, a bitter taste on her tongue, and... John was now cuddling with her.
His big head nuzzled against her, making her shuddered and yet smile. The warmth from him made the cold situation easier to handle and... she hugged him back, fighting back the blush coming at the notion of cuddling up with a Bokoblin and then promising herself that 'helping hand' would be the first and only time she would do this with John.
Turns out that Link is prone to break promises that had no major ramifications about it - especially when her libido had just awakened.
AN
Ah yes, Link is a poor girl deep down. A girl with many needs and cravings. Sadly for her, John does notice something's up by next chapter.