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Chap. 90: Night Stalker
If only it had worked out that way.
Zelda got a good five hours of sleep, and woke up feeling refreshed… but the entire Stable was quiet, cold, and dark. And she was inexplicably horny.
Not painfully so, not to the point of finding some random stranger and stripping to mount them, or their face, or whatever, but to the point where she was thinking about it. Zelda shuddered and sat up in the rented bed, her hand already moving between her legs, rubbing, touching, the engorged and highly sensitive flesh there. Why am I undressed? I remember taking everything off, but why did I sleep nude? It's not really safe… not that I care right now. I need to… need something. And I don't think a toy is going to do it this time.
Zelda continued to rub herself as she stepped across the small room in the yurt to her backpack, and reached into the enchanted satchel for something, anything she had, to at least take the edge off. Moblin horn? No, that's too large to wear inside something. The Screw might work, but those phalanges stick out a fair bit, might be noticeable. A tentacle would move, and… no, not in the mood for something slimy, and those Forest Octorok tentacles are still really dirty. Ah… Hylia, what are you doing to me…
Thinking about which monster I want to fuck… which stranger…
I wish Koyin or Prima, or Sagessa, or… or Paya, or Link, were here. I'd even love it if Purah went down on me again, she's quite good at it.
Then again… I don't have to limit myself to monster pieces while I look for some fun, do I? Women have been using other things for hundreds of years, maybe thousands…
Her hand came out holding a Swift Carrot. It was about eight inches long, and a little too tapered to be really enjoyable, but…
Zelda held out her tongue, pretending it was a Lizalfos cock. Touched the tip, as her eyes drifted closed in the dark, quiet rented room… Her tongue moved over it, circling the carrot… enjoying how the slightly bitter taste of the vegetable was so similar in some ways to the almost acrid smegma that had coated the Lizalfos' cocks as they were shoved into her mouth and throat…
I shouldn't have killed that thing so quickly. I should've pushed my pants down and… and taken the edge off…
Zelda shuddered, and pushed that thought away. Bad enough that she'd let Bokoblins, hundreds of them, have their way with her to save Hateno.
Doing that sort of thing with an even worse monster just for her own sick amusement was beyond the pale.
Sill, the carrot… it was just a carrot, right? She didn't need to feel guilty about that, and how it split her lower lips gently and first, then wider and wider as she shoved it further inside, until the widest base was as thick as a cock, and the pointed tip brushed so deeply she thought it might spear her womb if she moved too quickly. "Oh…. Goddess, yes," Zelda whispered, her knees almost buckling with the pleasure of that simple insertion.
"Not enough, though," she continued, struggling to pull it back out half-way. It was hard to get a grip… impossible to fuck herself with. Maybe if it was an inch longer. "More… but it'll do for now."
Zelda pulled out her underclothes, the simple wrap for her groin and breasts that went underneath the Sheikah Stealth Armor. It was as form-hugging as the outer layers, but Zelda didn't care anymore if someone saw the bulge between her legs. She wanted them to see, in fact, to know how desperate she was for a cock, for a pussy… anything to get off. Anything at all.
She'd even…
No, Nightmare was an innocent horse. She couldn't. Not again.
But there were others around. A cute face here, a nice body there… Zelda hadn't had the time to identify any of the prostitutes she was sure lived and worked at the Central Stable, but there were bound to be some. It was just too early in the morning to wake them. Even if she would pay well.
That didn't mean there weren't opportunities, though. Just… of a different nature.
Zelda's eyes narrowed slightly as she finished putting on her underthings, then slipped on a loose shift that hung down past her waist as a night-shirt. It was, after all, a bit chilly… but easy enough to remove if she had the opportunity. Goddess, I want that opportunity…
She slipped from the room as silently as she could. On the one hand, not having the benefit of the runes sewn into the Stealth Armor made her feel clumsy and noisy in comparison, like every silent, bare foot-fall was like the crash of a sword against a shield. On the other, Zelda had grown quite used to trying to be quiet, and realistically, knew that her footsteps were anything but 'loud' as she crept down the hall.
A locked door, an actual door… an open curtain, with an empty room. The next held two children, sleeping soundly on a pair of smaller beds. The next, likely their parents on a larger one. People still must travel with their children, then… unless they live here, but their skin is darker than most people in this area.
Two curtained doorways down, Zelda smiled as she saw a young woman, alone, who had apparently fallen asleep in a chair with her feet next to a still-warm brazier, and a half-knitted shawl draped over her lap. The needles and yarn were on the floor, either where they'd fallen, or in a basket. Zelda… are you really doing this?
It seemed she was.
The curtain of the other woman's room fell closed behind Zelda as she crept on cat-like feet into the other room, her eyes roving, trying to take in every detail. The only light came from the softly-glowing coals in the brazier, and a guttering candle on the desk that would probably only burn for another fifteen minutes or so, at most.
There wasn't much to see, really. It was a rented room, much like Zelda's, very similar to the ones she had rented at the Dueling Peaks Stable, as well. A small desk, a chair, a washbasin that was currently empty, a rack for clothing, a chest that was open and empty, and a disused bed. The only objects that weren't familiar on sight were the woman herself, her knitting, and a small travel bag. It seemed she didn't even carry weapons to defend herself.
Zelda was sure that, if she lived here, the woman would have more belongings, more personal things, rather than a simple bag that likely held some food, three changes of clothing, and her yarn.
She was pretty, though. Blonde, lightly freckled, her hair in a pair of loose plaits to her shoulder-blades, one off to the side and the other forward, hanging between breasts about Zelda's size. In fact, Zelda noticed with wide eyes, she looked quite a lot like Zelda herself. Not identical by any means, but not all that dissimilar.
"She's cute," Zelda whispered, and lifted a hand to drift it down her front, the cupped her right breast, before giving it a squeeze. "And I should probably not be even whispering, since I broke into a stranger's room to do this…"
'This', it turned out, was masturbating while watching someone, a stranger, sleep.
You are such a creep, Zelda, she scolded herself, just… go back to your room, and use your Screw or Moblin Horn, or something. That'll be enough, you don't need to… ah… she's so cute…
Zelda's hand squeezed again, harder, then lowered, and came back up beneath her shirt. Her fingers dug beneath the wrap too as she sought more contact, and she hissed softly as her increasingly battle-calloused fingertips closed around her erect nipple. So horny… I want to fuck her so badly.
The other hand, now that her nightshirt was higher, slipped between her legs to rub just above he carrot in her panties. Only for a few moments, before they dipped lower, and used the silky cloth to get a better grip on the vegetable itself. It slid out an inch, then back in, before Zelda twisted in, and sighed in pleasure.
The woman stirred slightly, and Zelda jumped, her heart suddenly pounding from more than just lust.
She swallowed… but all the stranger had done was move her hand on her lap and smack her lips.
Lips Zelda wanted to feel on her body.
Her hands started moving again, masturbating herself faster, as she imagined what the woman would look like. So much like herself, but different in subtle ways, no doubt.
Her lips were so soft-looking…
The hand left her breast, both nipples now taut and swollen from her twisting and pinching, to reach out… hesitate before touching… her breath was hot on Zelda's fingers.
And so, so soft beneath her touch. Softer than Koyin's, softer than even Sagessa's.
A finger slipped inside, and the stranger's lips closed around it. She suckled instinctively, either remembering being a child at her mother's teat, or… Zelda moaned lightly as she imagined this pretty young woman who looked so much like her with a cock in her mouth. Would she like it as much as Zelda herself?
A second finger joined the first, and the woman kept suckling, occasionally moving her tongue over the pads… It felt so good!
I have to have more… I have to… see, or feel, or…
The fingers slipped out, trailing a swinging bridge of saliva for a moment as the stranger's open mouth hung there for several seconds before closing with another smack of her so-soft pink lips. They trailed onto the woman's collarbone, and down the silky golden plait… then half-way down, to the left. Zelda's open hand palmed the breast beneath the nightshirt, and was reward with a pebble growing at the center of her palm: she wasn't wearing any sort of underclothing, and her body was reacting to the touch.
For whatever reason, then woman's chest pushed outward, into Zelda's hand, and she sighed, her mouth moving silently in words that would never be uttered.
Zelda's pussy burned with need now, and she pulled her underwear to the side, and dug her nails into the vegetable for a better grip. Movement, thrusting, mattered more than it being deep inside her, now. She thrust faster and faster, the carrot sliding into her body easily, parting her more, less, more again, as she felt up the other woman's perfect, teardrop-shaped breasts.
And she came, gasping and panting, dripping fluid all over the stranger's rented floor. Zelda kept pumping throughout, while her knees shook and trembled, and the bliss of heavenly orgasm washed through her, cleansing away all second-guessing, guilt, and doubt.
"Goddess, that was good," Zelda whispered, and pulled the carrot free. It glistened even in the darkness, and she didn't hesitate this time to bring it to her mouth, inhale the odor of her pleasure, and then push out her tongue to lick once… twice… "I'm so tangy and sweet…"
Then she put it into her mouth, pretending it was still the Lizalfos as it face-fucked her, while the other hand gently, so-gently, pushed her shirt aside, revealing more and more… it tugged, but Zelda was just able to get the collar of the stranger's own night-dress down to reveal light pink areolae and a tight bud just a tiny bit darker and smaller than Zelda's own. A bud that was erect and stiff enough that when Zelda's hand pulled away to rub her aching pussy some more, caught the night-dress and held it there.
"Mm… Pthy shjuuth tatheth gooth," Zelda murmured around the dripping orange phallus, as her two fingers started plunging into her vagina. There wasn't waiting, hesitation, or even guilt. No… she'd come this far, she was going to get off to this stranger and the taste of her own orgasm mingled with a Lizalfos-like carrot again.
It only took about thirty more seconds, and this time, Zelda's knees gave out so the second half of her climax was spent on them, her head between the other woman's knees… and as she looked up, her night-attuned eyes saw the vaguest hint of a bare slit. She wore no underthings at all beneath the night-dress, it seemed.
Zelda swallowed around the carrot, then shoved it back into her pussy before she rose up on shaky legs. I need to go. I need to go before I fuck her in her sleep. Goddess, I'm still so horny, even if this is at least helping… what's wrong with me? Why is she pushing me to… this?
It feels so good, but… I don't even know this woman.
It took her five minutes to leave the Stable grounds, as Zelda, the carrot still embedded in her body beneath the nightshirt, was stopped by the same portly man who'd talked to her about food the day before. "Careful out there, at night," he warned. "The Guardians don't come over the hill, and the Bokoblins mostly stay south, but it's still not all that safe to just go wandering."
"I'm just going for a quick walk," Zelda told him quietly, since he was apparently standing guard outside the Stable doors. "I won't go too far, I just couldn't sleep."
"Alright, miss. Don't say I didn't warn you, though. Stalkoblins and Keese both like to swarm 'round here at night. Lots of dead from a hundred years ago, and all."
"I'll be careful, thank you," Zelda told him, glad the Slate was at least on her hip. She wasn't totally defenseless.
Stalkoblins might do the trick, though…
She didn't find one, however. Instead, Zelda found something much more interesting as she moved past the actual stable, fighting the urge to go in and pay Nightmare a visit still.
A single Bokoblin, on its own, creeping through a small grove between the road and river as it bent back toward the northern bridge. Spying, or scouting, on the Stable, perhaps.
Zelda didn't care.
She swallowed… this was dangerous, but she had to do it. Her night-shirt hit the ground. Her chest-wrap, and then underwear, a moment later. She kept only the belt that held the Sheikah Slate, as she stepped from behind a tree, and into the Bokoblin's view.
He snarled, and then his eyes widened.
Zelda smiled. Not immediately initiating violence was a good sign… "Fuck me," she whispered, "I need Bokoblin dick inside me."
The Bokoblin took two steps closer, then raised a thick, clawed finger, "You… truth? Want fuck? No fight?"
"No," Zelda moaned, "I need it so bad. I just want to get fucked. I'll be- I'll be your personal Boko-Matron."
"Notwit not have Boko-Matron before," he growled, and stepped forward once more, as he lifted the paltry, ragged loin-cloth that covered a decent-sized, red-tinged cock that was already starting to swell and lift. "Notwit want Boko-Matron. Notwit want you."
"Notwit can have me," Zelda told him, and lowered herself to her knees, "but first, let me have you in my mouth…"
Notwit swallowed, then nodded, before breaking into a sprint. Zelda almost panicked, but he skidded to a halt just in time. Rather than attack her, the Bokoblin merely grabbed her head and pushed it down toward his groin, where his cock was close, but still not quite fully erect. "Notwit want that. Suck Notwit dick."
Like before, Zelda didn't hesitate. She knew she should have. Should have been disgusted, vomited at the thought, turned away… anything except what actually happened.
Which was that her mouth opened wide, and she took the whole length into her at once. Her lips sealed tightly, and she imagined she was the strange woman she'd just masturbated to twice, as the Bokoblin took her, instead. Inside her, the semi-rigid penis stiffened quickly, and Notwit groaned, then held her head in place as he withdrew part way, only to shove back in roughly.
That's it, Zelda thought, her brilliant emerald eyes shining in the moon- and star-lit night as her body trembled with excitement, fuck my face, treat me like a whore-princess… I'm… I'm sucking monster cock, and I love it!
Once she had licked him to full hardness, Zelda moaned, and forced herself free, though only to look up at the filthy, snarling, drooling face of her 'captor'. "You don't have to be gentle," she told him.
Notwit grinned. "Notwit won't," he growled, and tightened his grip on her scalp. He hadn't been gentle before, but suddenly the Bokoblin was snarling, his cock entering and leaving her mouth, pounding against her tonsils, beyond them, smashing into the back of her throat, once a second or more.
Faster, harder, and then without warning his cock swelled, bulged, and blasted her throat, down Zelda's gullet, up into her sinuses, with enough pressure that Bokoblin semen, acrid and rank, ran from both nostrils, poured past her otherwise tightly-sealed lips, and down into her belly by what felt like buckets full.
"Lady not know what lady do," Notwit chuckled as he pushed her away, throwing Zelda, who panted for air, to the ground on her back. "You say be rough? Notwit not know how to be nice. Notwit only take, take, take you… you slave to Notwit, now. He own you pussy, you mouth, you ass… Notwit own all you."
"Awesome," Zelda moaned, then coughed as semen dripped into her throat again from the bits in her mouth she hadn't been able to swallow yet. It ran down her neck, her breasts, her chin, but she didn't care. She wanted this, every bit of it. The princess of Hyrule opened her legs wide, knees high, "Fuck me, then… treat me like your Boko-Matron, if you can."
He pounced, and Notwit wasted no time in grabbing the base of his penis and angling it down, then shoved himself to the hilt inside her. Zelda should have screamed. It hurt, he was pretty thick, and there was no warning, no time to prepare. Instead, she moaned, her chest arched her tits into the air, "So good…"
In, out, faster, harder, with every moment the Bokoblin fucked her relentlessly, her body shaking and rocking on the grassy hillside beneath the edge of the grove, just out of sight of the Stable itself, "More," she whimpered as he started to tire, "Fuck me more…"
Notwit snarled again, and grabbed her throat with one three-fingered hand, while the other slashed through the air, slapping across her bouncing tits from right to left, "Take that, slut-lady," he chuckled. "You too horny for you own good. Never go back to people now. Only fuck Notwit until you fat with Notwit babies. Then when they grow, Notwit share with them, too."
"Yesss," Zelda sighed in rapture. She climaxed again, and the spasming in her pussy made the Bokoblin unload too. He thrust forward deeper than before, and even fell onto her in his desperate attempt to go deeper still. The weight of him was comforting as it was crushing, and Zelda fought to breath as much as she had when he'd first choked her, even if Notwit had let go too quickly for her to really enjoy that. "Give me Bokoblin babies…"
It felt so good, having her womb flooded with semen! The hot, fluid pressure of it made Zelda's hand trembled as it rested beneath her navel for a moment.
Then Notwit pulled out, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees before shoving back inside, using his still-hard rod to push his cum even further inside. "Yes, yes! Notwit like new Matron! Notwit fuck Matron, and never stop!"
In that moment, Zelda, princess of Hyrule, couldn't think of a better fate.
Her breasts swung in the cold night are, her body rocked back and forth as his hands on her waist yanked her closer and away in time with his thrusts. Squealed in ecstasy as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face up to the stars, and slammed into her even harder as the change in angle dragged her flesh more firmly against the head of his cock.
Another load filled her, and this time Zelda climaxed because of the Bokoblin, rather than the other way around.
Then he pushed her face down into the dirt, and started moving again without pause, even while he still pushed more and more stinky, smelly, virile semen into her.
Eventually, after another load, Notwit began to truly tire, and pulled out. "Notwit… need break…" he gasped, and fell onto his rear.
Zelda turned, her body filthy with dirt, grass, sweat, and stinking of all of those and the copious Boko-cum that ran from her pussy and still caked her lips and chin. "I'm not done," she told him, and pushed him down onto his back, instead.
Zelda threw a leg over him, grabbed the half-hard cock, and held it up before sinking down onto it. "That's… that's better," she sighed, and started bouncing slowly.
Despite nearing exhaustion as the sun began to light the horizon, the Bokoblin's nature was such that as she moved over him, on him, Notwit's cock swelled again to full, and she sighed lustily. "That's it… fill me up, Notwit… give me that thick, brainless cock… give me stupid Boko-babies to breed with, as dumb as you are…"
"Notwit… Notwit not understand," he moaned, "but Matron feel good… Matron keep doing that. Notwit like it."
She tossed her grimy hair in the wind as her breasts began to swing in a circular pattern in time with her rocking hips and pelvic gyrations, "I mean I'm not a fucking Boko-Matron, you dumb Bokoblin… I'm a princess who just wanted a Boko-dick tonight. But after this, you won't live to see me again… don't worry, though…"
Zelda reached down and grabbed his hands by the wrists, pulling one up to her chest, and the other her throat, "I'm gonna make sure we both enjoy your last few minutes… I love this cock, after all."
If Notwit the Bokoblin ever really understood what she'd just said, Zelda did not know. She didn't care, really. She'd climaxed a good five times already, and twice more with the strange blonde woman earlier… this next one would be enough. Goddess, it felt so good, as a rampaging avalanche of pleasure filled her and exploded from her womb outward.
Notwit gushed too as she rode him like a woman possessed, and Zelda threw herself off while he was mid-orgasm to watch a few ropes shoot into the air, and then dropped her mouth onto him again, savoring the salty tang of the last few dribbles he'd ever let loose…
Slowly, she climbed to her feet. Her body was tired, near-exhausted itself, but the repeated sex had somehow energized her, too. A hand moved over her abused cunt, bringing up a layer of slime that she licked free of cum while Notwit panted, his cock finally flagging slightly.
"You did alright. If you come back at the next Blood Moon, maybe I'll see you and we can do this again. I had fun… but don't ever think I'm your personal Matron, Notwit. Even if I said I was in the heat of the moment… I'm no one's woman but my own."
He didn't even notice her drop the pair of bombs as she walked away, he was breathing too hard still.
She was dressed and most of the way back to the stable after taking a few minutes to clean herself up at the riverside when they detonated, and Zelda didn't bother going back for his parts.
She patted her belly and smiled. Zelda had gotten what she wanted from him, already.
Then she'd come out of her room after a real bath, though the water was a bit tepid, and entered the Stable's common room for breakfast… and run face-to-face into the same blonde woman from the night before, who looked up at Zelda, down, did a double take, and then looked back up, smiling, "Wow, we could be sisters, we look so much alike! I'm Felly, Felly Nobaudy, it's nice to meet you!"
Fuck, Zelda thought, this isn't gonna be awkward at all…