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TRIGGER WARNINGS for this chapter: There's human x Boko stuff here. Don't like it? Don't read it. There'll be some noncon too, but not in this chapter (that was last). There's more later. Zelda will have many violent, unpleasant experiences... but remember that I try to make the good balance the bad, or more than.
Chap. 30:
Sickness in East Necluda
"Oh, Hylia," Zelda whimpered as the blue-tinted Bokoblin's ears and horn, all that was visible, zigged and zagged through the grass toward her. The princess squirmed, struggling against her ropes, but her wrists and ankles were already torn and bloody from trying to fight against her rapist, and she made little headway.
On top of that, her head was still swimming from whatever the Yiga had drugged her with, though it was getting better.
Better, just enough to recognize the threat of a blue Bokoblin while she was already bound up, and essentially helpless.
Then it was there, and fresh tears streamed down her temples and cheeks while Zelda's brilliant green eyes stared at the blue skin and wide mouth. Its tongue licked across the thick, dry lips lasciviously, and...
And it reached for her.
She shivered, and went still. Perhaps if she played dead? Somehow?
"Calm," the thing murmured quietly in its guttural voice, "Bubmin kill Yig-human. Bubmin help."
Her eyes widened even further, or at least seemed too. Perhaps her face was stretching- she was still so drugged it was hard to tell. "B- Bubmin?"
Perhaps she was just hallucinating him, too, as a defense for her mind, a safe place to retreat to while she was assaulted again and again by a monster.
She could see his prick swelling beneath the loincloth as his fingers worked on her ankles.
The Bokoblin licked its lips again, and she saw a bit of drool hanging down as one knot came loose. Zelda had to fight the sudden urge to kick, to strike out, to somehow maim this creature that would normally be able to overpower her in a straight fight, with just one limb, and somehow use her toes to work the rest of her body free.
She restrained herself, just barely, but could not fight back the pained, choked sob that forced its way out of her constricted throat.
Then both legs were free, and she did kick, hard enough to send one side of the ropes flipping through the air to thwap against the dirt and grass of the Yiga's campsite. The Bokoblin jerked away, raised both hands defensively, but Zelda hadn't been kicking at it specifically. Her eyes were still on his, its, blazing red-orange and blue ones as it, very slowly, turned to her and sidled sideways on stubby little legs. "Arms next. Bubmin helps. Calm..."
Slowly, the words registered.
She knew he was untying her, it seemed to truly sink in, but the drugs...
They still made her head swim, and made her body ache with need even though she was dripping with that man's seed.
Whatever was going on, she both liked it and loathed it at the same time... but it did little to change how her eyes followed Bubmin's monstrous erection as he moved. Bubmin didn't seem to notice the object of her focus as he stopped near her head, his legs spread to accommodate the awkward position as he reached for the knots around her wrist.
It raised the cloth covering his groin up just high enough she could see the lower edge of his scrotum, hairless, but wrinkled and a little deeper blue than the rest of his skin. Strange... fascinating.
Zelda didn't even notice she was licking her own lips, and salivating herself.
What she did recognize was that as his cock stiffened, it tented and thus lifted the loincloth higher. As more of his sapphire skin was revealed, Zelda's mouth opened wider, and she found herself shifting, worming her way in little wriggles along the grass to bring herself closer, closer...
The stench wasn't quite rank, but it was definitely powerful, musky, despite being somewhat open to the air... was... was that a dribble of pre-cum?
It was hard to see, it was dark up there underneath the loincloth, but... maybe if she stuck her tongue out just so...
Bubmin yelped and jumped as her tongue touched his scrotum. She had missed the swinging, white-ish fluid, but just that momentary contact sent a thrill through her that made the princess' nerves burn with unholy, raging fire.
"L- Lady? What you do?"
She didn't know, was barely cognizant past one fact: There was an erect penis and heavy, laden balls in front of her, just waiting to deposit a fresh load of semen... and she was deliriously horny. All Zelda could say was, "I need it," and she licked again.
Once more, Bubmin yelped, but this time he didn't jerk away. Instead the Bokoblin moaned, and his fingers started moving faster, fumbling at the ropes. He might have been quicker, but he was far less steady, distracted by the gorgeous blonde human worshiping his scrotum with her tongue like a woman possessed.
Maybe, if he got her untied, she would come to her senses? He wanted to mate with a Boko-matron, not a Hyli-human, even if looking at her was making him feel all kinds of things...
But her mouth felt so good as she sucked one of his baby-pebbles into it!
He didn't dare move, her teeth might bite him if he pulled away. Certainly, a Matron's would- their need for pleasure, both given and received, could make them violent if they didn't get it, or were denied in the midst of.
And... and... it was weird, so outside what Bubmin could remember of mating (which had been glorious all sixty-seven times he had managed it with the Matron that had resulted in his evolution to a Blue Bokoblin before she had sent him away for his weird, twisted ideas on serving the Lady instead of Chief Death) that Bubmin could scarcely understand why it felt so good.
So he focused on untying her. It was his best hope, after all, but it was just so- so distracting.
Zelda felt entirely differently. It was so frustrating, having that cock right there, but being unable to reach it. The balls were nice, musky and heavy, but she wanted it deeper, more, inside her mouth, tasting of the fresh dew that promised so much thicker goo to follow.
She had to have it, but she just... couldn't... reach.
One hand came free. Bubmin was about to leap away, just in case she did the same thing and tried to strike him, but Zelda's free hand, with rope trailing from it still, slashed through the air not to strike.
She did it to grab.
Cool, soft fingers barely beginning to grow the calluses of a warrior closed around his erection, and aimed it down.
Blue-orange eyes bulged in their sockets as the princess swallowed the tip of him, and pulled back some of the skin there to get at the most sensitive parts. "Lady," he grunted, and the pleasure made him buck forward involuntarily.
It was all he got out, though. Bubmin's eyes rolled as he felt Zelda's tongue dart inside the foreskin, swirling around, touching the parts of him that had never been touched before except when he was mating, only more focused, more intense, and he loved it.
It was so weird, but... he loved it. "More," he grunted again, and pulled his loincloth away so he could see Zelda's lust-hazed eyes as she lavished attention on his member.
Zelda could taste... well, all sorts of things. She had no words for the phimosis and bacteria that she tasted in the rarely-cleaned area, and part of her wanted to wretch and vomit at the flavor, but the musky odor of it was also driving her wild with ever more-intense need. Without warning, her other hand came free, and she used the chance to reach around the Bokoblin, grab his buttocks, and shove him closer with his dick already in her mouth.
She gagged and coughed, just once, as the prick hit one of Zelda's tonsils, but the princess didn't stop. Instead, instict took over as she started bobbing, the first hand freed circled around the base of the shaft to keep it angled toward her, and the other pulling him closer. Then, when he was close enough, she shifted her grip to the front, and reached up between his stubby legs to massage the heavy sack she needed so desperately to coax a load from.
"Lady, Bubmin... Bubmin feel funny," he groaned, louder, and saliva dripped on her face. It made Zelda go crazy as she realized what she was doing to him. He was approaching orgasm, and all from her. She was doing it. It was her giving him such pleasure. A nice reward for...
For saving her. Twice, in fact.
Clarity came back to Zelda in an instant, as the last bits of the drugs were burned away in a flash of white-hot fire through her veins. Perhaps it was magic, perhaps not. The adventurer was in no place to understand exactly what had done it.
What she did know was that she had just been drugged, tied up, and raped. That now, she was sucking the cock of a monster. And she was still so inexplicably aroused that she didn't want to stop, no matter how foul the thing smelled, or tasted.
She had to have Bubmin's seed in her, not just his cock.
Zelda jerked away, lurched onto her hands and knees, then threw herself forward once more, engulfing him fully. Positioned like this, Bubmin's cock didn't just hit the back of her throat, but slid a short way inside it, and the princess moaned around him as she felt full again. Yes... this was what she needed!
Or most of it, anyway.
"What- what Lady do?" Bubmin grunted, and both hands fell on her head. He seemed unsure if he wanted to push her off, or pull her closer, but after a moment he started thrusting, too. Mostly, his pumps met her own, and soon the Bokoblin was guiding Zelda's whorish motions on his shaft, his head tossed back in pleasure.
On her hands and knees, her pussy still dripping with a Yiga Clansman's semen, running down her thighs, Zelda did not realize what was happening to her until it did.
The moment her mouth flooded with Bubmin's thick, creamy, noxious- oh, no, that wasn't bad, it smelled strangely like lavender and cinnamon!- seed, she climaxed wildly.
Like that first satisfying one under the rock with the Korok watching, like the Ancient Screw plunging her depths, like Sagessa licking her pussy so delightfully, Zelda experienced a climax that she swore was the most intense, powerful, she had ever had. Her body was wracked by it, great shivering paroxysms of pleasure, without so much as even touching herself.
She swallowed as much as she could, and the feeling of it sitting in her belly left her completely sated for once, warm and thick like soup, while Zelda's tongue and mouth cleaned up every last drop of the stuff from Bubmin's slowly-flagging dick, and then sat up on her knees, hiccupped with her eyes swimming, before she used a hand to scrape what little was dribbling down onto her chin into her mouth, and swallowed that, too.
Some had fallen on her left breast, and Zelda looked down at it, giggling, before she rubbed it in, cooing to herself as the semen slithered between her palm and engorged nipple.
Finally, she looked up at the dumbfounded Bubmin, whose loincloth was still pulled to the side. "Thank you- for saving me, again. I... I think I might need to throw up. No- urp- no offense."
"What is Offense?" Bubmin asked, clearly just as confused- maybe more- than before.
Zelda twisted to the side, her stomach heaving.
She had just given a blow-job to a Bokoblin!
But nothing came out, even though she heaved for more than five minutes, until her abdomen burned with pain.
Well, food came out, she supposed, and a bit of water, the remnants of the stew the Yiga had drugged her with.
But strangely, there was no Bokoblin semen. She could feel it in there, still, a warm goo sloshing around in her stomach, which twisted again at the thought...
But...
But...
Hadn't it...
Hadn't it felt good?
He was a monster, yes, a blue Bokoblin. He'd probably killed before, no matter what he said. But she knew he had killed his own kind. Helped her, saved her.
And her stomach was full of that sensuous, delicious lavender and cinnamon smell that still clogged her nostrils from where a little of the flood had gotten into her sinuses.
It had been so much! She had loved it in the moment, both before and after the drugs had worn off.
So... why was she revolted now?
Because you're a whore-princess who just sucked a monster's dick, of course, her traitorous brain supplied in an effort to be helpful.
She shook her head, dirty, leaf- and grass-matted hair waving as she did, then lurched to her feet and staggered as the blood rushed from her head. Eventually, still swaying, she made her way to her gear and reached for her clothes. She had to get dressed, but first, a weapon had to be right there, at hand. Just in case the Yiga came back. She'd cut off his dick, first.
"Bubmin," Zelda asked, once she was shimmying into the skin-tight trousers of the Sheikah armor, "did you see the man who- who tied me up?"
Bubmin nodded eagerly, and she was unsurprised to see his cock hard again as he watched her dress. This time, she wasn't doing anything about it, though. "Where did he go?"
The Bokoblin pointed across the hill he'd come from, the same way the man had gone. "He dead. Bubmin catch him pissing. Bubmin break skull into mush."
Part of Zelda wanted to scream and rage at the Bokoblin for daring to take revenge for her, but most of her sagged in relief. It meant, at least, that her aching body didn't have to rush to dress. She could stand to be naked- or at least topless around Bubmin. She...
She trusted him.
How could she not? He had literally risked his own life to save hers, twice, after she had spared him and then rescued him once. They were even.
... If you didn't count her sucking him off, but she wasn't ready for him to return that favor any time soon.
"Thank you," she said quietly, and went about re-dressing and arming herself a little more sedately.
"Lady wel-cum," Bubmin had replied after a few moments, then sat down on his haunches and started stroking himself while he watched her.
She didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. So Zelda tried to ignore him. She was 'satisfied', for now. Right? She should be able to ignore that thick, blue, veiny dick sitting right there, waiting for her mouth, or for her to just sit on it, and ride-
No, she told herself sternly, you can't fucking- fuck- a Bokoblin! You. Are. A. Princess. Not some wanton harlot!
Somehow, the words rang hollow, even in her head.
After all...
Just because she was one, did that mean she could not also be the other?
Once she was finished, Zelda turned to walk up the hill a dozen feet away. Yes, there, just half-way down it next to a bush that no doubt smelled of urine, a human body lay. She stalked toward it, and stared down at the corpse.
Beneath the mask, she knew, was a human. A person, one she could hate forever for what he had done to her.
And a penis, one that had been inside her with the complete opposite of consent, there on display, covered in slowly-drying yellow fluid, and a stench of feces as his bowels had released in death.
She stomped on it, hard, then reached for the long club, half-splintered, that still had red and hair, and a bit of torn mask, on one knot. That, she drove into the man's chest, then his groin again, and finally his face.
The mask shattered, but Zelda did not look.
As satisfying as it might be to know the face of her now very-dead rapist (for his ribs had caved in on her first hit, if Bubmin hadn't killed him), it was mutilated now anyway, and...
And she felt it more useful to hate the Yiga as a whole.
Knowing what she did, what Impa and the other Sheikah in Kakariko Village had told her of them, it would have been enough for Zelda to want them wiped from the face of Hyrule. Of the whole world, in fact.
But this was more personal. One of them wasn't just a killer who needed to be put down, or just a traitor to the civilized folk. They were also rapists, torturers, and kidnappers.
They had done those things to her.
So now it was personal, yes. And as long as he wasn't a person, but a nameless, faceless member of the Yiga, it would stay that way.
Of course, that didn't mean Zelda had forgotten practicality. He had a small purse filled with three red and one blue Rupees, which she eagerly added to her once again small collection. More importantly, his weapon. His only weapon, it turned out, aside from a dingy boot knife he had likely used for cooking.
It was a sickle, long and vicious, and razor-sharp. The blade was thin, and she doubted it would stand up to much in the way of rigorous combat, but for an assassin, she could imagine it being a highly practical weapon. Dragged across a throat...
She shuddered, then reached for it anyway, adding it to her small stash.
Back at the top of the hill, marching down on slightly more steady feet, Zelda found Bubmin rooting through the man's supplies, a small puddle of his semen- much smaller than she had swallowed, more like she imagined a human would leave behind- on the dirt near where he had been sitting.
He finished fast, but that recharge time had been fast, too.
"Bubmin, again, I want to thank you for saving me. You didn't have to."
The Bokoblin shrugged, then pulled a few rashers of what looked like bacon from the man's pack and took one bite. With his mouth still full, he replied, "Bubmin knows. Bubmin think fair. Bubmin not want Lady to die. Lady nice. Lady let Bubmin find Matron, and Bubmin stronger."
"I see. Well... you are also welcome. I'm glad that trusting you was the correct choice."
He shrugged and turned away. Any awkwardness Zelda might have felt seemed to have no effect on the Bokoblin, who went back to rooting in the man's oversized backpack, tossing aside many items Zelda herself would have found useful if she didn't already have them thanks to her shopping at the Dueling Peaks Stable.
"Also, that thing Lady do with mouth? Bubmin like."
She started a bit as he spoke for the first time in a minute or two, and her face heated to something resembling an inferno, while she was sure it was bright red. "W- Well... I don't... know what came over me? So don't, um... I don't think it'll happen again?"
Bubmin shrugged again, "Bubmin still like."
She nodded. That... that was fair, she supposed. He had clearly enjoyed it, and for most of the time, she had, too. Even if thinking about it now made her shudder.
Then again, hadn't... hadn't the tentacle, the Octorok's severed limb, been the same? In the moment, it was all she wanted. Afterward, it was... disgusting, and vile.
She was a very weird person, Zelda decided, who needed to make up her mind. Preferably, make it up that monsters were bad, and not to be enjoyed sexually.
"Anyway, I'm going to- to go. Thank you again for your help."
"Okay," Bubmin nodded, not looking up.
He was still there when she glanced back several minutes later, so she moved down the next hill, and then he was gone from her sight.
It took another day and a half before she really had time for a break, but mostly because the princess found herself, once she dropped out of the foothills- well, high hills- that she had been captured in, quite near the Sheikah Tower she had seen from miles and miles away, all the way back on the Great Plateau.
The Dueling Peaks Tower had unlocked the area of 'West Necluda' on her Sheikah Slate. She was more or less direclty east of there, so would this, then, unlock 'East Necluda'? She hoped so. It was still a long, long climb up there, though.
She had already killed a Moblin and a Bokoblin, and spent hours picking her way through thorny bushes and tangled masses of undergrowth, which had left her armor and bare skin equally scratched and frayed.
At least she was nearing the top of the hill.
One monster remained, near a small cookfire with a pot hanging over it on a spit, under the shade of an apple tree.
That was not the only obstacle, though. Even from here, she could see the blue Bokoblin's form just covering a small part of the massive grown of thorns that twisted and twined its way up the Tower. Some of them were huge, a foot or more long she guessed, and definitely not natural. The tips were coated, on the one she was close enough to examine, with a strange green liquid.
Poison.
Perhaps not enough to kill, but certainly not something she wanted in her bloodstream anyway. Thankfully, the weather had been relatively dry, and she was fairly sure she could burn them away. Most of them, anyway. Enough to make the arduous climb.
Hopefully.
First, though, the Bokoblin.
Clad in her armor, it was relatively easy for Zelda to get close, and the Bokoblin was distracted by some sort of sweet smell and meat simmering together in its pot. She was almost within punching distance when she stopped, close enough to hear its raspy, heavy breathing.
She could take it out. She had killed blue Bokoblins before, and she knew this one was hardly Bubmin. Its markings were a little different, it smelled less clean and wholesome, and he was behind her by a mile or five.
This one was also burlier, bulkier, both more fat and more muscular at the same time.
Then again...
She did prefer guile and cunning, and had recently picked up a weapon well-suited for an assassin...
Zelda grinned beneath her cloth mask, and reached for the Yiga's sickle. It came free smoothly, nearly silently. There was just enough noise that, even over the breeze which thankfully she was downwind of, one of the Bokoblin's ears twitched unconsciously, but it did not otherwise react.
Position it just so... slide, slowly turning the point around its neck, below the fat, wide jaw where it could not see...
Angle it there...
No, no, don't touch it yet, it can't see you...
The arc of the sickle was plainly visible on both sides of the Bokoblin's neck at last. Zelda smiled again, this time cruelly, then oh-so-carefully shifted to an underhand grip. When she was done, she twisted and pulled at the same time, sliding the entire length of the blade around the monster's vulnerable neck even as she pulled it through the same place.
Blue-red eyes bulged, and blood sprayed forward in a wide arc, partially soaking Zelda's right glove, completely drenching its cook-pot and would-be meal, but she didn't care.
Even as she pulled the weapon away, holding it under-handed as the Yiga had done, bracing the long, feathered hilt against the palm of her left hand for more strength, the Bokoblin toppled forward, already vanishing into smoke.
It hadn't even gotten a word out.
With another smile, this one more simply pleased than anything else, Zelda took up its loincloth- she had already been too close to Bokoblin dick anyway to care today- and used it to wipe the scarlet from her blade before she holstered it again.
With one obstacle out of the way, Zelda spent two more hours clearing a way up the tower. It was, she found, frightfully expensive in terms of resources. While the lower parts were easily handled with a branch from the nearby tree and the now-guttering fire (half-doused with blood), it took a full dozen, plus two more, of her Fire arrows, one of which had unfortunately set her Bokoblin-made bow alight as she had loosed it, to clear the mass of thorns.
No doubt, she decided half-way through the task, they were placed there by Ganon to hinder the progress of herself or anyone else trying to climb the Tower. It was a decent delaying tactic, but not successful in the end.
At least she got a nice breather, and most of a full night's rest in the chilly wind at the top of the tower. She had never yet seen a monster of any sort scale one. True, this was only the third she herself had summited, but it was at least the start of a pattern to her scholar's mind.
The land area of East Necluda far outstripped that of the West, nearly double its size. Most of it, according to the Slate's map, highlands and mountains to the north, dominated by Mount Lanayru in the east, near the coast. She quickly identified, in that range, some of the areas she had already been to, like Pierre Plateau, east of Kakariko and north of Bonooru's Stand. The Phalian Highlands, she thought, was where she had first seen that massive, gigantic red-skinned monster. She was east of Oakle's Navel by a half-dozen miles or so, south of the Cliffs of Quince, of which she suspected this was the southern edge given the slopes below the Tower itself.
And east, as she had already known, was Hateno Village, clearly marked on the map. There was even a road there, though it the closer parts twisted and turned through several loops.
As best she could tell, now that she had an actual map and not just her eyeballs, the best route would be to float as far as her arms would carry her east, likely into the woods around which the Fir River flowed out of Lake Jarrah, eventually becoming the larger Squabble. The looping road there would lead past Camphor Pond, and then she could follow the road all the way east up into Hateno.
Or, from there, she could climb the more direct route with steeper slopes and briefly leave the road behind, moving into the Midla Woods, and from there rejoin the same road.
There was a third path too, one she had already traveled somewhat. She had been captured on the southwest side of the Marblod plain, which she thought really should have been called a plateau for it was simply a large meadow-like space between a rise and drop-off. There was a less-used road, one the bandit-Bokoblins had been watching no doubt, which also joined up with the main thoroughfare in the Midla Woods. It was backtracking, and may or may not be safer, but it was definitely an option.
An option for the future. For at least the time being, she needed to rest, and it was getting dark anyway. She could worry about the rest in the morning.
In two or three more days, she thought, she would reach the distant village whose smoke-pillars and windmills could just be made out on the opposite side of the Ovli Valley.
Maybe they had seen her fire, or the much larger, darker fires of the burning thorns?
She would ask, if she remembered.
Tears welled in her eyes.
She had been raped that day.
But her rapist was dead, and... and she would not let it happen again. Could not.
She had too much to do.
She...
She would not enjoy it.
Even if, deep down inside, Zelda had to admit that even he had made her feel that same, satisfying fullness as he stuffed himself inside her against her will.
