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Chap. 26:

Hideaway Hedonism

The rain might have stopped, but clouds still darkened the night sky and a brisk wind was coming down off the mountains around her. She did not want to get wet, especially not in the thin, airy clothes the Sheikah wore with their armor.

Thankfully, the clouds had not broken when Zelda finally reached the pool at the bottom of the long, thin waterfall. She was able to spend almost an hour fishing, in fact, using Remote Bombs to stun a half-dozen Hyrule Bass and a couple of Mighty Carp, and then using Cryonis to stand amid the river and haul the dazed animals out of the water without getting more than an arm wet.

It was a good thing too, because as the weather worsened, the air grew colder, and she did not want to catch a cold. Not again, not so soon after recovering from what could have been, according to Magheren, a deadly one.

She ate a late-night lunch on a small island in the center of the pool where she had uncovered a Korok and gathered several mushrooms, then eyed the strip of falling water carefully.

It was almost ridiculous how powerful the Sheikah Slate was, she mused as she aimed the screen upward, her thumb on the Cryonis Rune's symbol.

That feeling was not alleviated when, just as it had been in the Shrine where she had discovered the ability, a solid block of magical ice that must have weighed a couple of hundred pounds at the least all-but suspended itself midair, sprouting sideways from the near-vertical cliff face.

It was thirty feet up. Zelda grinned: Rain or not, this was something she could do. It might take a long time, and this particular waterfall would not allow it since it was just too thin, but by simply stacking them in a stair-like pattern, she could climb any height as long as the falling water would support two blocks side by side.

Powerful indeed, even if it would take patience.

This waterfall was still too thin, but since the rain still held off, Zelda felt confident she could make a rest platform, climb around the ledges next to it, and make her way along the rocks from platform to platform. Even if they were a little wet from the falls, the cascade mostly fell straight down and kept them dry for the most part. It should be doable...

Especially if she used her Climber's Bandanna.

The princess swapped out the Sheikah's mask and hair pins for the bejeweled, enchanted Ancient Sheikah headwear, created a second platform twenty or thirty feet above the first, and started to climb.

The first leg was easy enough, and by the time she reached the platform of ice, Zelda felt she was just starting to get warmed up. Her health and muscle tone were already a long, long cry from where they had been after waking in the Shrine of Resurrection. The Goddess' blessing of physical strength, stamina, and vitality had done wonders as well, and Zelda thought she could easily go another two or three times that high on the next leg. She didn't push it too far, but she did, while standing on the first platform, shatter the second and remake it much closer to the next ledge.

That, too, was easy, though there was a slight pitter-patter of rain as she pulled herself up onto the Silent Shroom-infested grass on the slightly-sloped patch of land.

Fortunately, Zelda did not think she had to go much further. While snatching up a few of the delicious, airy fungus, she spotted the edges of a false wall set into the rock itself.
It was cleverly done, and from a distance would be nigh invisible, or at least indistinguishable from natural stone. But to anyone who had climbed the ledge, it was almost obvious. It took her a few minutes as the rain slowly grew stronger to place a pair of bombs on either side of the false wall and find a safe place to shelter from the resulting blast.

When the dust cleared, it was raining in earnest, though Zelda was only just starting to feel it. She was thus very relieved to step inside a clearly mined-out, or at least expanded, grotto behind where the upper half of the falls began.

The space was the size of a small cottage, twice as wide laterally as it was deep, and between ten and fifteen feet high on the ceiling. That alone looked natural except around the edges, where flowstone had formed small bumps over eons, but not yet true stalactites. Aside from being a partially mined-out grotto a third of the way up a very high waterfall, the chamber itself was not that interesting.

What Zelda found there, however, was.

A bed, with an old, straw-filled mattress that had long since mouldered to green dust, lay half-collapsed against the far wall, opposite the entrance after she dug her way past the rubble her bombs had left behind.

On the right, a weapon rack had been partially destroyed by her explosion, and some of the old weaponry upon it was broken too. There was still one worn but sharp soldier's bill-spear she added to her collection in trade for the broken and damaged mining hammer she had been carrying for weeks, but the majority of the bows and swords were worthless. Those that were not rusted and pitted from the moisture trapped in the grotto had been bent, broken, or otherwise damaged in her cave-in.

Beyond the weapons were more signs of habitation: a dresser, mostly intact though one drawer had been broken open by a flying stone, while an ice-box sat next to a cookfire that probably had not been lit in over a century. Somehow, the interior was still cold, no doubt thanks to the worn runes that covered the interior. The food inside was not abundant, but as she picked up the frozen pieces, they seemed entirely undamaged or tainted by the passage of time. With a shrug, she added three toasted truffles to her satchel too, along with a pair of steaks. Stashed inside the dresser beneath moth-eaten clothes, she found a small bag that held a cut opal, two chunks of amber, two sapphires, and one of the strange, lambent Luminous Stones she had first seen near the burned-out cabin on the northeast edge of the Blatchery Plain.

Content, glad that she had been able to gather so much wealth with a relatively small effort (and more than a little pleased with herself for finding the secret of Misko's treasure when the brothers at the Stables had been unable to do so), Zelda unrolled her bedroll near the bed itself, warmed one of her own steaks on the firepit, and then settled in to take a nap while watching the storm blow past the gap in the cavern wall.

Even though she was barely tired, it took less than an hour for the princess, belly full and warm despite the cold night outside, to drift off.


Zelda dreamed. She dreamed of fire, and ash, and blood, and white-hot searing light. She dreamed of a dying father, lanced through the chest by one of the devices created to defend Hyrule. She dreamed of black malice and foul magic laughing as he was cut down.

She tossed and turned, her dreams moving to fragments and glimpses of thousands of faces. Some were old, some young, some in between. Male, female, Hylian, and some less human. The only thing they all shared in common was death. Some were pallid and pale, some broken, some burned, some drowned, but each and every face stared at her with sightless eyes, their mouths- if they had one- moving silently in a scream as they cursed her.

Cursed Hyrule, for her failure.

Blood, everywhere. It was all she could see, welling from her Champion's chest, his leg, his right arm, her own head...

Red, orange, fire, blood, and death, closing in around her along with the ever-present shadow of malevolence that hounded her every step.

She woke with a start and a gasp, her eyes seeking blindly.

It was almost completely dark, and it took her some time to remember why, where she was, who she was.

The grotto. It was still night then. Outside, the wind seemed to have settled, the rain stopped, but clouds must still blanket the moonless sky.

There was some light, though, as she looked about. One symbol on the Sheikah Slate, still in low power mode, softly grew and lessened in intensity. The bandanna's jewel that she still wore, a bit askew now as she had been tossing and turning, gave off the faintest glow too.

But there was another. Something orange-red, off on the far side of the cave, opposite the dresser.

Zelda shuddered, as the color reminded her of her dream, but forced herself to sit upright.
She was not exactly rested, in fact she felt more tired than when she had fallen asleep, but the princess was of no mind to linger. Not here. Instead, she tapped the Slate to wake it up and create a bit more light, then used that to restart her cooking fire with a bit of the bed. The weapon rack and the wood from its old trove had been burned to cook her last meal. She piled it high, knowing the cave itself was high enough to keep her safe from the smoke before she needed to go, then set about gathering up her things as the flames returned.

But that red-orange glow would not leave her mind.

Finally, pack on her shoulders, Slate on her hip, and weapons at the ready, Zelda looked toward it directly for the first time since she had seen the light in the dark cave.

It was invisible now, far outshone by the light of her roaring fire, the pungent odor of the wood overwhelming in the relatively enclosed space.

But she knew exactly where it was: at the furthest point of the cave.

Behind, or underneath, a cave-in that had closed off perhaps more.

With a sigh, Zelda moved to it, determined to put her mind at rest if nothing else.

It took her a full hour, and broke the haft of her new spear along with dulling its blade, to pry the last few rocks away. She was even more determined by then, though, and could not stop.

She had found a body, after all, and needed to know.

Worn clothes, a highwayman's she thought, though no hint of gender or hair or anything else remained but bones and the mildewed cloth. Well, and the weapon.

A broad blade fit snuggly into a rune-covered scabbard. Its cross-guard was a delicate, curved spiral of red-orange metal, wrapped in brass and some kind of cloth that muffled the warmth she felt emanating from the metal itself. The pommel looked like a candle's flame, the same strange metal framing a ruby of exquisite cut that shone with a crimson light darker than the metal around it.

When Zelda drew a bit of the fine blade from its sheath, though...

Heat.

Lots of it, a wash of temperature that had Zelda sweating despite the clammy air in the cavern within moments of pulling it free. The blade was a little long for her, thick too, but strangely light. Something she could swing easily at full extension, as if it was weighted for a fencer though designed for a knight's use. It was wider at the base, flared out beyond the guard, with another flare at the middle and near the tip, so that it resembled a gout of flame, too. Runes almost shaped like a tuning fork nested within each other moving up the flat of the edge, and it was from those that she sensed the magic in the weapon.

The blade itself glowed red-hot, and the air around the sword shimmered with a near-instant heat haze. Zelda brought her hand close for a moment, to experiment, then yanked it back suddenly. It hadn't burned her, not precisely, but it was indeed quite hot. If she were not so cautious, it could have been bad. "What this would do to an enemy, though..."

Zelda carefully pushed the sword back into it scabbard, then tied it onto her row of weapons where the hammer and then spear had been, in awe of what she had just found. It was a rarity of untold value, and the princess was determined to make use of it in the best way possible.

However that might be.

As she offered a silent prayer for the departed... whatever the person was, Zelda noticed one other detail: a journal, bent almost in half and clenched in the skeleton's less-free hand. It was a few more minutes before she could free it, and sadly most of the pages were waterlogged and illegible, but she could still read a few from the middle.

What she read saddened her.

Misko, where are you? I've been waiting.

Waiting for two years.

Our people are all gone, the whole team.

We did all this... and for what?

A treasure, stolen from the castle.

To keep it safe, you said.

Protect it from what's to come, so it could protect us.

Safe. Hah.

Gelli, Sorben, Rallis, Chen, Folco, Shallet, they're all gone.

It's just me, Misko.

Are you dead, too? Did the King find out what you were doing?

It's just me, now. What am I supposed to do with this thing?

There's a strange cracking at night.

Like there's something outside trying to get in.

The hidden catch to the upward tunnels is getting sticky, too.

Don't think anyone's spotted me from the valley.

How could anyone?

Is it you, trying to get in? The others should know how.

I wish you could read this.

I want you to know, I...

I always...

Well, I care.

I'm going to go check out the noise again. When I come back I-
That was it. The nameless brigand, or whatever they were, had not written anything else in the journal, which still had a dozen or more pages left.

The handwriting was not great, but it wasn't terrible, either. Feminine, she thought, but beyond that it was hard to say.

Zelda felt the tears running down her face, but did little to stop them. However this nameless bandit was, they had at least thought they were working to protect Hyrule. From what, she couldn't be sure, but Zelda suspected it was the Calamity itself.

If not, the timing made less sense. Why else would everyone disappear? Thousands, perhaps a million, or more people had died that day and in the days that followed. She had no way of really knowing, not unless she somehow got hold of intact census reports from shortly before it had all happened.

Which would require a trip into the castle, she was sure. Almost as sure as that doing so would be suicidal.

Zelda sighed and wiped her eyes, then put the journal back where it was.

It was no use prosecuting- or trying- the named thieves. They were already dead, most likely, and if not... they had been doing what she should have done.

Guilt wracked her, but Zelda did not let it stop her. Not this time.

Instead, she forced herself to her feet, wiped her eyes, and turned toward the bonfire. The cavern was quickly growing warm, even with the magical blade and her fire-spewing wand stored away thanks to it, but Zelda did not care. She still felt strangely cold, and not from illness.

She started walking, out into the greater world outside. Now, an hour or more after she had woken up from the nightmare, she could see the slimmest sliver of silver along the eastern horizon, what little she could make out from the depths of the slot the waterfall had carved over untold centuries. Back out on the ledge a few seconds later, the fire still crackling behind her, Zelda gave a dry chuckle. Maybe the light would tell Domidak and his silly brother where the treasure had once been. If so, she would be long gone. The only question was in what direction.

Well, east, yes, toward Hateno.

But now, from half-way up the great chimney in the stone, Zelda could see a route upward into the highlands. It would take more climbing, perhaps a full day's worth, but it was nothing she could not handle.
Or she could move back down into the valley, traverse the bear-infested Hickaly Woods and go to Fort Hateno from there, skirting the foothills.

Both had risk, both hand probably benefits. Bears and monsters in the lowlands, and the risk of falling in the highlands, along with monsters still. As far as reward, she had already seen the woods and knew they were abundant with foraging goods. Mushrooms, lizard, beetles, eggs, and deer were everywhere.
The highlands were anyone's guess, but it would at least offer a better view of the surrounding topography.

That was what decided her. With a pair of platforms created via Cryonis, Zelda started climbing once more.

At least the physical focus and exertion required to keep herself alive and moving helped distract the princess from dreams of fire and blood, and of lives lost.


Her arms ached, her thighs burned, her ankles were tortured, but Zelda was triumphant. She had been forced to endure a surprise shower mid-morning, hanging precariously from a tiny ledge just large enough for her narrow frame to stand on, hugging the rock face until the rain had passed, and the stone dried enough to continue, but she was victorious.

And it was so worth all the pain.

Korok nested high in a mountain tree aside, the panoramic view she had from the ridgeline above the south edge of the plain was breathtaking.

From the rain-covered mountains in the east where she had watched the dawn break half-way up a sheer stone face so the snow-covered peaks in the west, the princess was in awe of just how beautiful her former kingdom was. Even now, with the Calamity nearing what must be the height of its power, nature and all its flora and fauna stole her breath more readily than the climb she had just undertaken.

When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from the sight, Zelda soon found another Korok by following a vanishing flower, which also lead her to another spectacular view. On the south side of the ridge, the adventurous blonde found a terraced highland, filled with swamp, forest, plain, and rocky peaks that stretched out slowly for miles and miles in every direction, tending slowly downward to the far-off, blue line on the horizon.

"The sea," she exhaled, captivated once more.

She could barely see it in the valleys, but Zelda could do nothing but stare at the crystal blue color for over an hour, nearly indistinguishable from the sky above.

But she could not wait forever. After some time, she turned east once more, this time following the ridge.

The sky was darkening with another late afternoon storm when she saw the grotto. A deep one, huge in face, some hundred or two hundred feet across on a side, with a deep pool that, from above, looked endless. Shining ore lit up in the flashes of distant lightning around the pool, and a large cave mouth suddenly sprouted a few hungry Keese as the sky grew darker. Those quickly turned around as the first pelting, heavy rains began.

But Zelda did not particularly care. She could handle a small swarm of the pests, if it meant a dry place to rest.

Of more worry was the Octorok she could see swelling as the rain began, lured up into the air to hunt their insect prey.

Her shot went true, the Bokoblin-made arrow lancing straight through the air-sac as it reached full height. Unfortunately, the string of the hunting bow did not fare as well. It snapped as she drew back for a second shot that ended up being unnecessary. Zelda set it aside with a sigh and kept her eyes on the Octorok's remains.

Those floated in the pool below, but no other sign of an enemy appeared.

With a shrug, she unfolded the treated leather and wood of her Paraglider, and stepped out off of the ridge, angling for the edge of the pool nearest her.

Fishing in the pool was both rich and easy, a few bombs was enough to stun or kill every fish near the surface, and even in the rain Cryonis made gathering up the carcasses from the surface a breeze. Getting a large rock into the circle of stones at the center of the pool, one where she was rewarded with a third Korok seed of the day was a little harder, but still only took a few minutes. Zelda was still soaked to the bone when she stepped into the cave and looked upward.

The Keese were not normal Keese. Or at least, they were not only normal ones.

She wasn't sure what they were called, but three of the bat-like beasts were much larger, and their wings displayed a visible play of electricity along them as they flapped fitfully, unable to rest due to the storm.

Thankfully, they were easily dispatched. Two fell to her arrows without waking, and the third, cloaked in crackling energy, dove at her, but the princess was quick. She leaned to the side at the last moment, leading it to fly out into the storm. It circled back a few seconds later, but her bow was ready, and the last arrow sank into its great, singular eye when it was still a dozen feet away.

The rest of the swarm, thankfully, chose to risk the storm rather than her wrath, and vanished into the darkening sky seconds later.

She gathered up the still-sparking wings the Keese had left behind, five in all that the Slate referred to simply as "Electric Keese Wing", and two more of their bulbous eyes that had survived. Then she turned to the riches around her.

While the cave mouth itself was still under a few feet of water, forcing her to swim in (not that she could have gotten any wetter), the last half of it was filled with smooth river gravel from which a tough, pliable grass and even a few scented flowers grew. But on every surface, there was a glitter in the light of her Slate and the flashes of lightning.

Zelda stared in awe for the third time that day as she raised her Fire Rod as if it were a torch. Gemstones reflected the light from every wall.

She grinned, and reached for her Sheikah Slate.

Rubies, Amber of course, Flint, and even some rock salt stuffed into her satchel over the next half an hour made the princess much more comfortable with her financial situation.

A fire helped with the cold, and stripping her Sheikah Armor, still soaked, and hanging it to dry over a crude line from her bows and strings helped more.

Of course, just doing that made Zelda aware of a few key facts.

She was alone, sheltered from prying eyes to anyone not in the grotto's pool or the wide cave itself.

She was naked.

And, she had not orgasmed since the night- the amazing, glorious night- she had spent with Sagessa.

As she realized it, the three-day (had it been three days?) itch returned with a vengeance.

Yes... yes, it was definitely time. She could satisfy herself, take the edge off, and then when she saw Sagessa again, she would hire her for the night. That was a good plan.

Even if her fingers didn't work, there was still that Ancient Screw in her backpack...

As the princess stood there in the nude, debating whether she even needed to get herself in the mood before pulling the flanged rod out of her bag. "No," she decided aloud, glancing once at the still darkening sky. "No, I think I can just start rubbing now, but I really do need to bathe. Even if it's cold."

She bent over the satchel as it sat on the ground near the fire, and pulled several things out. The screw, of course, which sat atop it, but also a rough cloth and the soap she had purchased at Kakariko, which was scented with lavender and daffodil. She carried no towel, since she had decided the weight and volume simply wasn't worth it. Besides, the fire would both warm and dry her once she got out.

That, and the exercise she got from her self-pleasure, of course.

Zelda shuddered as she stepped into the pool, and was shivering by the time the water had reached her knees. It still sloped gently downward until just past the mouth of the cave, she knew from her earlier swim in, so Zelda moved out until she was just sheltered from the pelting, ice-cold droplets that sheeted downward from the sky.

Then she took several deep, rapid breaths, and dropped beneath the water, cloth and soap in each hand.

She came back up after six agonizing seconds later, gasping for air and breath. "C-C-Cold!"

It was, the mountain pool did get sunlight, or the flowers in the depths of the shallow, wide cave would not survive, but it clearly wasn't a lot. At the elevation, in dusk, underneath a rain storm, the water was frigid. But it was bracing too, and she felt her nipples tighten and stiffen from pleasure and the cold both. She shivered, determined to finish the job quickly.

She struggled to get a good lather with the soap, the cold water didn't make it easy, but eventually the princess considered herself clean enough, and dunked under once more, running her hands through her swaying, waving hair to rinse it, too.

When she surface, Zelda was reminded by a hint of blue and pink on the water about thirteen feet away that she had not been alone in the pool at first.

One of the Octorok's air-sacs was bobbing on the surface, and next to it, bouncing against the pinkish ball, was a blue-green tentacle.

A little longer than the one that had assaulted her what felt like weeks ago, a little thinner, Zelda eyed it with apprehension. She loathed those creatures.

Tentacles were... disgusting. Vile.

Just thinking about how it had felt when the thing's limbs had slithered across her body, between her legs, and into her mouth...

Zelda shuddered again.

It had felt... revolting. But what was most revolting was that it had also felt... good.

Not great, but good.

The way her skin had tingled as the fluid the creature secreted touched her skin, melted bits of her clothes to touch her directly.

Neck-deep in the icy mountain water, the princess felt her insides churn and roil with heat.

"No... no, I won't do that," she whispered to no one, unheard by anyone but herself anyway. Even if there were someone to hear, the rain on the water would drown it out.

She turned toward the cave once more, and toe-walked closer.

Then she stopped and looked back.

What would it feel like, if... if she did?

The screw had hurt at first as she drove it into her eager hole, but she had been so lust-maddened it did not occur to her to stop. Once it had warmed and her body had adjusted to its rigid shape, it had felt exquisite, instead.

The tentacle would have been more malleable, certainly, than the mysterious, uncorroded metal used in ages past. Even attached to a ravenous, lewd Octorok, one who desired only to ravage her, it would not have been that hard.

She shuddered in the water again and turned back to the cave.

Zelda made it half a step before turning to face the floating, bobbing tentacle and air-sac once more.

"No."

Despite her protests, though, four seconds later, growling at herself, the princess began a smooth breast-stroke out into the rain-dashed pool.

It was a little harder, and a bit tiring, swimming back with a side-stroke, even using the air-sack as a flotation device. The tentacle, at least, which was still squirming a little, had reflexively curled around her wrist. It was the soap and bladder that were the problem. The soap was slippery, and she'd dropped it twice, narrowly catching it each time before it sank to the bottom of the pool, well beyond her reach.

The bladder, now that it had soap on it too, was just as bad and she kept having to carefully balance it between her body and one arm while she swam with the other, and it continuously tried to escape.

Still, eventually her feet touched down, and she waded out of the gravel and up onto the grass once more, dripping a trail of ice-cold water the whole way.

She was too cold to masturbate now, she thought, so the princess put away her soap and cloth, and dropped the monster parts where they were before stepping close to the fire and standing with her hands outstretched over it. "Brr. That... that m-m-might've been a b-bad id-d-dea. It f-feels g-g-g-good to be c-clean, though."

It took perhaps twenty minutes for the warmth of the fire to completely dry the princess and stop the shivering, but Zelda was quite happy when it happened. If she had thought the wait and freezing temperature would distract her body from its strange lust, though, she was quite mistaken.

Her nipples were still aching, and had not actually softened since the water had made them hard. The only part of her still wet was between her legs, even her thick hair was mostly dry now.

"I suppose I will then," she whispered, "before I settle in for the night."

She slipped a hand up to each nipple, giving one and then the other a pinch and a twist, and exhaled in relief at even that light touch.

The other hand moved lower, across her flat belly and down between her legs, where she cupped her whole, bare sex with it, gently moving in circles or up and down while she stepped over to her satchel once more.

The Ancient Screw was as hard and inviting as ever- which is to say not much, but she knew it would do the job- but the princess decided to give it a little extra help. She put the end in her mouth first, the sensation both alien and familiar. Had she pleased a man like this, then?

She could not remember. All she really knew was that her saliva as she licked the metal would have to be enough, because just thinking about what she was about to do was making her more aroused than before, when she'd first decided to get herself off.

The lower hand spread her folds open gently, while the other guided the shaft down, spinning it in her hands. She slipped the tip up and down her slit a couple of times to help it lubricate a bit more, then bent her knees a little, opening them as she stood, and pushed the shaft up. "Oh, Hylia," Zelda grunted. Again, the shaft hurt as it molded her body to its shape, but being full, at least a little, was just so... so satisfying.

Even if it was an artificial fullness, the Screw was both thicker and longer than her fingers, and reached further into her body than Zelda could ever do. It was that feeling that satisfied her, she decided. True, rubbing her clit was where the pleasure came from, but the feeling of fullness brought the satisfaction. Both, she hoped, would do even more.

It certainly had in the Ta'loh Naeg Shrine.

Partially warmed by the fire already, the Screw heated to her body's temperature in a few more moments, and she started moving it. As it had the first time Zelda had pleasure herself with the device, the screwed flanges rubbed and pulled at her insides, tugging and pushing at her tender folds in delightful ways. She grinned and sat down next, leaning back on one hand with her legs open, facing not the fire but the cavern entrance, if only for the illusion of giving an imaginary viewer quite the, well, view.

That realization, that she wanted to put on a show of her body, of her pleasure, made Zelda shudder again. What kind of whore was she, wanting to get herself off while others watched?

Surely not a proper princess!

Not that she had been a proper princess since she had begun her new life, but still.

The idea of it was shameful. Dirty.

Lust-inducing and arousing!

Yes, she hoped someone would see her fucking herself with this rod! A handsome man, perhaps, to fill her with his own flesh.

A woman, to lick and rub against her as Sagessa had done.

Mils would do.

Mina, his beautiful sister, or Sagessa.

Paya... Goddess, what would it feel like if Paya were here now, and willing to help?

Those tits, that figure, that mouth, so cute and pretty...

Zelda imagined it on her, as Sagessa had done, and shuddered as an orgasm started to build.

Yes... thinking about that made her feel dirty too, using the innocent woman's image like that, but it was so good, so erotic! Bathing, watching her bathe... perhaps, one day, the two would meet by moonlight, equally nude, and Zelda could introduce Paya, Impa's granddaughter, to the pleasures of the flesh?

Claim that very innocence, turn her into a wanton harlot just like Zelda herself.

She climaxed, the first orgasm washing through her body like the rain sheeting down outside: in waves, thick and thin, fast and hard.

When it passed, Zelda was still moving the screw in and out. She shifted her grip, controlling it from the back around her rear as she rolled half onto her side, and ended up staring at the satchel... and the tentacle next to it.

It wriggled.

Zelda grunted, and reached for it without further thought.

She was a disgusting girl, a horrid woman. She wanted it to touch her, to feel her, and wanted to feel it, too!

Like the shaft, she brought it to her mouth first. Part of her mind recoiled at the memory of what that terrible Octorok had done, shoving a tentacle into her mouth against her will, violating the sanctity of her body.

This time, Zelda opened her mouth, lust-mad, and invited it in.

She kept a firm grip on the last six inches before the severed end, but the tip, eight inches in all, quickly slithered into the orifice on reflex alone. She gagged as it wriggled against her tongue, the taste of its secretions, half-dried, acidic and acrid... and it made her tingle. Warmth spread through her from the mouth down, and as the tip crawled inexorably toward her throat, Zelda convulsed in another orgasm even as she coughed around the squirming flesh.

A stronger one, her hips bucked against the screw again and again, before the contractions of her body pushed the shaft from her completely. It fell to the grass with a thud, and at once she felt empty, barren.

Zelda gasped, rolled onto her back, and with one hand yanked the suckered tentacle from her mouth, nearly prompting a third climax as it squirmed to get back in.

It lashed against her pert left breast, the tiny suckers leaving little pucker marks, but Zelda was already too far gone.

She was a disgusting pervert, and she no longer cared. The tentacle slapped against the folds of her cunt, and immediately began crawling inside. She moaned as it touched her, the same tingling sensation now spreading there too, only stronger.

She rolled her hips against it, guiding it into her folds, and then reached her other hand down to push the tip into her body. There! There! She was doing it!

The whore-princess was fucking a monster part!

And... "It feels so good," she moaned, "I'm such a whore, but it's so good!"

It truly was. Whatever was inside the secretion, it had an aphrodisiac quality she could not have anticipated before the first time one had melted her clothes. Now, already deep into her lust, Zelda only cared for more. She let the thing wriggle deep, deeper, and then let go completely. It filled her more than the screw could, eight, nine inches pressed into her vagina, choking it, throbbing as it sought out more warmth. She felt it bulge, and started rubbing her clit furiously, gasping into the night air, "G- Goddess! Goddess, I'm cum- cumming! I'm cumming with a tentacle in my pussy!"

It crashed over her not like sheeting rain, but like a great wave on the shore. Powerful, breaking her... again, and again. Like the waves, it was relentless, the orgasm rising high, and low, and high again.

Zelda lost track of how many times she climaxed with the tentacle squirming in her.

What she knew next was the light of dawn, a cold, thin reed-like thing stuck in her where once had been a thick, pulsating limb.

Her body seemed to have sucked out the thing's juices in the night.

It was... gross. Horrid.

Zelda pulled it free, now resembling a limp, green leek stalk, and tossed it to the grass, completely used up.

She felt... disgusted. What had she done?

How had she gone so far...?

Why was her belly full, even though she hadn't eaten?

She was still hungry, but felt... full. It was strange. Why didn't she remember much after letting the tentacle between her legs?

It didn't matter, she supposed.

It was just a one-time thing, she would never make the mistake again. Those things were disgusting.

And she couldn't be that girl, not anymore. She had too many responsibilities.

There was too much at stake to just... give in to her lust like that, on a whim.

Yes... she would do better. She had to.

… Even if she knew, deep down, that even Sagessa had not made her feel that good.