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Trigger Warnings: There's an attempt at Non-Con by a monster. It fails. Still might be triggering.


Chap. 32: Firly Flames

There was no answer to the half-undressed princess' question, of course. Zelda had not really expected one, but would have liked to know all the same. Once the aftershocks from her orgasm faded and Zelda's legs stopped trembling, she rolled from her hands and knees with her ass in the air to sit on it instead, her knees open. The Moblin's twisted horn was still inside her, and...

She did not feel the same sort of revulsion that she expected.

True, it was ivory- bone- from a dead creature. A monster. But it was not so different from a... a... what was the word? She knew there were toys for women that this horn had just replicated the effect of. It may have started with a... a D? Similar to the word dick, the slang word for a man's penis? Or... something.

It was a gap in her knowledge that Zelda felt incredibly frustrated by, and for a moment it provided a distraction from her curiosity as to why she was not disgusted by what she still had in her body. The tentacle had writhed and twisted, squirming inside her much as she thought the Octorok would have done itself if it was allowed to have its way with her. Bubmin's little- well, average for a human now, she supposed- cock would have been satisfying too if she had shagged him, but even if she'd enjoyed the blowjob itself far too much (and the adventurer still blamed the aphrodisiac drugs the Yiga man had given her more than anything else for that), after she had swallowed some of its semen she was revolted once more.

But this was... worse, was it not?

She was- or had- willingly and willfully masturbated herself not with a piece of cold metal, like the Ancient Screw that still rested in the bottom of her enchanted satchel, but with a Moblin's Horn. It was still in her! But she was not... disgusted. Not revolted, or sickened. If anything, she felt the same way about the horn as she had the screw. It was a convenient device for her pleasure, but just that: a device. An object. A thing. Like a wooden or carved-stone phallus, only more pointed and corkscrewed.

It had felt pretty damned good too, she had to admit to herself as her hand came around the thick base of it and gave the bone a little tug. Her pussy was still wet, and it slid out half-way with a soft schliick sound. Yes... it still felt good, in fact. Zelda slowly, carefully pushed it back in, nudging the square cone-shaped, twisted ivory in until the rounded tip of it nudged against the very back of her vagina, and let her eyes drift closed.

It was pleasant enough just having it there, filling her. Even if she was temporarily sated sexually, having an object inside her felt right in some strange, indefinable, unknowable way. But she could not walk like that, could not fight. Reluctantly, Zelda pulled the horn free. She immediately felt empty at its loss, and had to fight the urge to plunge it back into her body and bring on another orgasm.

The ivory glinted in the half-full moonlight, and Zelda's nose wrinkled as she smelled... something. Not just the bone, which was strangely clean, but... Her eyes flickered half-closed as she realized what she was smelling was herself, the odor of her own arousal. Tentatively, her small, pink tongue darted out and flicked upward, just grazing...

Zelda's pussy juices tasted divine. At least, she thought so. Sweet, like honey, with a bit of an almost mustardy tang without being overpowering. She licked the horn again, a longer pull, and then shoved the whole horn back into her cunt with a sigh. "Okay, I- I have time to cum again. That's... so good."

Thankfully, her orgasm was quick as the flavor of her lubricant excited her more every time she pulled the ivory phallus free and licked it, or shoved the top three inches in her mouth to suckle a bit more of it free. It tasted even better to the horny princess fresh, so once she had licked the horn free of her second orgasm, Zelda pushed two fingers into her pussy and brought out more juice to taste with relish before she reluctantly rolled onto her hands and knees once more. She stood up and dressed quickly, then put the horn that had brought two very satisfying orgasms back into her satchel next to the same Ancient Screw she had used in the Ta'loh Naeg Shrine.

"Time to go," she told herself after returning her weapon to her belt and making sure the straps of her Sheikah-made stealth armor were tight once more. The Moblin's hunting bow, a simple one that seemed a fair bit sturdier than her last Bokoblin-made weapon, replaced the last of those in her weapon supply, but it had no other equipment or gear worth taking, so Zelda wasted little time before continuing her exploration.

Following the road from the outside as it curved around the southern end of the Fir Valley, Zelda kept the foothills on her right until she reached a tall stone spire several stories high rising from the ground at the edge of a long, narrow pool her Slate named as Camphor Pond. The pool was framed on three sides by high, sheer bluffs, with only the western edge, where she had approached from, covered in grass as it moved down a steep slope rather than cliffs.

A suspicious check revealed no Octoroks hiding in or near the water, but a ring of lily pads in the center caught her eye as she looked it. Wary green eyes moved up to the spire, which had a slight overhand into the lake. "A Korok...? I haven't seen a pattern like that in a while, but it doesn't look natural."

As if it were the wind itself, a faint giggling made itself known to Zelda's sensitive ears as she spoke, all-but confirming her thoughts. She sighed. Climbing up the spire to jump into the ice-cold water might be suicidal. She could check for risk, though. A few rocks tossed into the lake near the ring of plants sent out ripples slowly, which rebounded even slower. If the water were shallow, she would expect the rings of wave-motion to move faster, and rebound faster off the ground below the surface, too. A hand just dipped in confirmed that the water was chilly, but it was not truly cold.

Lake Jarrah, to the south a mile or two where she had fought the Octoroks and then the first Moblin, was mountain-fed and icy, but the Camphor pond must have been fed at least partially from an underground spring, as it was only a little colder than the night air.

The water was crisp and clear, too...

Zelda grinned as she made one last look around to check for monsters or any humans about to get an eye-full, then started to strip.

Her legs were still sticky with her juices, after all, and it had been a few days since she had a chance for a bath in the icy water over the Firly Plateau. If she could get a Korok Seed (whatever those might be worth aside from a potential increase in how many weapons or bows or shields she could carry from Hestu, if she ever saw the giant Korok again) as well as a bath? "A little cold water is well worth it. Even if I have to climb the rocks nearly naked."

A light drizzle had started by the time the stark-naked princess reached the top of the spire, and her fingers were scraped along with her toes and knees, but not too badly. She wasn't bleeding, they were mostly just worn and chafed. It was...

Liberating, she decided, to be standing atop a high pillar of rock about fifty feet tall over a lake, naked in the rain.

Her eyes were wide as she looked up into the partly-cloudy sky, and she held her pale arms wide to accept the rinse from nature as her body reflected the now-scant moonlight from the mostly-set orb.

The breeze made things a little cooler than they would have otherwise been, and Zelda's nipples were hard and stiff in the wind and rain, but it still felt good. Not as if being nude was her natural state (even if being horny in general was becoming far too close to 'normal' for her rational mind to accept), but as if, just once in a while, it was nice to remove all barriers and accept what the world offered.

Or something. She was too at peace to truly philosophize about the nature of existence, or why societies insisted on clothing, or anything like that. She... Well, Zelda's head was just full. Full of knowing she was now a rape victim, and a monster-part fucker. She'd seriously even considered- seriously- letting Bubmin have her fully. But her rapist was dead, that particular bit of revenge was had. The monster in question had saved her, and she didn't... regret that. He had saved her life twice now, and they were... even. Now.

Yes, she had an insurmountable, probably unattainable goal and quest ahead of her. But, for the time being, the princess was just a woman standing naked in the rain, cloaked by the dark of night and a half-hidden moon.

She did not notice the lantern-light of a traveler moving along the road over the bluffs to the north for some time, but the traveler somehow noticed her. Zelda had just ceased her statue-like, radiant acceptance of the rain on her now drenched, clammy body and just peeked over the edge of the spire to make sure her jump was going to land in the circle when she heard the whistle and cat-call. "You're super pretty, lady!"

A man's voice, and it made her jump.

Zelda's left foot hit the edge of the spire, but the right was only half-on a single stone at the edge. A stone which gave way under her weight, sending her down, off-balance, and pinwheeling through the air as she plummeted into the lake with a squeal of surprise and alarm.

Splash!

Dark, and cold, yes, but Zelda did not quite touch the bottom as her momentum stopped. Her eyes opened and sought out the faint bit of light... yes, there, stars. That was up, then. A glint of something metallic shimmered a dozen feet below her, but Zelda could worry about that later. For now, she had to breathe!

Her head broke the surface about ten seconds later with a spluttering cough. A moment after, a shout rang out into the hollow the pond filled, "Oh, thank Hylia! You alright, miss? Didn't mean to scare you!"

She looked up, treading water easily despite the chill, to find a dark-haired man holding the reigns of a nervous-looking pack horse high overhead. "Y- Yes, I'm alright!"

"Great! Sorry again, uh- I wasn't tryin' to peek or anything! Just a bit surprised to see a- a lady standin' there!"

Her face must have heated, but Zelda could not feel it over the water. She was suddenly very conscious of being stark naked in crystal-clear water, but at least it should muffle her features a little... not that the man hadn't likely seen all of her in the all-together. At least, from a distance. The spire's top was about three hundred feet from the cliff edge he stood on, so at least the detail would likely have been missed... "Don't, um- don't worry about it," she called back, "I'm quite alright. I- can we maybe, um, pretend you didn't see anything?"

The man laughed, a warm, friendly sound that almost put her at ease, if it hadn't been for the same demeanor in the Yiga man she had met days earlier, "Sure. Lads back home wouldn't believe me anyway. Listen, I can come down if you need some help, miss? Take me... about an hour to get my horse down there."

"M- No, no, that's okay," Zelda assured him, "I've got my gear and everything just there, so..."

"Alright, if you're sure, miss," the man called with a one-handed salute, "Just be careful, yeah? Not about slippin' off huge rocks, but we don' much go down into the wood there on account o' the Moblins and Bokos runnin' around."

Zelda nodded, "I'll be careful, yes, thank you!"

He gave another salute, and, she could tell quite easily, a carefully look over her water-hidden from before he turned away, leading his horse away from the cliff edge.

She sighed. So much for a relaxing swim and bath... now she was nervous, and felt it quite urgent that she dress again. She didn't think the man was- was another rapist, but... a little extra caution would, she hoped, prevent that scenario from happening again.

At least this one hadn't been hideous, she thought as she started a quick breast-stroke for the nearby shore, a tiny golden seed in her left hand.

Once the princess had dressed again, Magnesis was quite handy in pulling up the metal she had spotted: an arrowhead. An arrowhead, more importantly, attached to an arrow which was bundled up with several others that had fallen into the silt at the bottom of the pool. They were still in decent condition, and likely human-made given the stylized markings on the feathers.

All in all, well worth the few minutes it had taken her to dredge them up from the pond's bottom.

North and west, despite it being somewhat removed from her eventual destination, Zelda moved through first only the barest hints of stone walls and then higher partial structures of an old hamlet as the night's hours wore on. The drizzle turned eventually into a harsh, bitter rain with huge droplets that, thankfully, was at least not cold. As she went, a single red Bokoblin was slaughtered as it slept by her sickle, and another Moblin went the way of the last. In its death-throws, it yanked the blade of her assassin's weapon from the handle, which had Zelda toss the bits aside from a dissatisfied grunt. The simple sharpened pole and club she had gotten in return seemed a very poor trade indeed.

But at least there were two less monsters to threaten passers-by on the road.

At the center of the ruins, Zelda paused in fright. There was not a lone Moblin and singular red Bokoblin there. She had seen sleeping pickets.
A full on camp, nine red Bokoblins, three red Moblins, and a blue Bokoblin lay strewn about the central, tallest ruin, all sleeping, with more scattered further out, she was sure. It was... deadly. Dangerous.

"But so am I," the princess reminded herself, and moved in. Her mind was already formulating a plan, she just had to make sure she could execute it.

The rain would help mask her movements, both obscuring sight and muffling sound and smell. Her armor would help too, of course, along with her natural stealth. But she would need more than just stealth. A club shattering a skull might take out one or two of the weaker Bokoblins, but the bone on the blue monster and the larger Moblins was too sturdy for the clubs to do the job that quickly. It most certainly wouldn't be silent. Her bladed weapons were heavy and would not be quiet either. The only two smaller ones, the Guardian Sword and Flameblade she had obtained in the Ta'loh Naeg Shrine and from Misko's stash respectively, would shine and be loud too. It was too risky to use those.

But she did have other options.

As quietly as she could, Zelda conjured up a pair of bombs, and carefully placed them near two of the Moblins. The third she would attack from stealth, and hopefully be able to finish it off before it fully roused and woke the rest. If not, the bombs would serve as a distraction. If an alarm was raised, she would blast them and run- for now.

If she had to fight them, there was a decent choke-point near Lake Jarrah, and even if she was still out of shape Zelda felt confident she could keep ahead of even a Moblin for that distance. Now, her stamina was increased by Hylia's mysterious blessing and it would be easy. She hoped, anyway.

Another lone Bokoblin, on the outskirts of the main group, was killed on her way in, the quiet thunk of his own club breaking the beast's face apart made another Bokoblin sir, but it did not wake.

The first bomb was placed between that Bokoblin and the first Moblin. The second was between the other two giant monsters, while she crept around the camp, using the club to take out as many of the more solitary Bokoblins as she could.

Finally, it was just two more red ones and the blue, along with the three Moblins in the center.

The furthest of the big creatures was just before her on its side, snoring loudly as her third club- the second worn from repeated assassination of the many Bokoblins- was raised high.

It came down with a resounding smack right on the brow between the Moblin's eyes. The best howled in reflex, the bone broken but not completely through. Zelda hauled back and swung again with both hands, made a little more awkward because her reinforced Boko shield was already on her left arm. The Moblin's head jerked to the side, but she still smashed its floppy ear into the ground and it howled again, even louder. This... was not optimal.

Zelda leaped back just out of its reach as the Moblin's thick arms flew toward her, one long, dirty nail just scraping the bottom of her left sandal. One Bokoblin was already on its feet, and another Moblin was sitting up, looking around for the source of the noise.

If she was going to do it, now was the time.

Her fingers flew...

Both bombs went off, so closely together that she could not differentiate them in time. Bokoblin parts and one Moblin's left leg went flying in all directions, spinning through the air from the force of the twin explosions.

The Moblin at her feet was rolling away onto one knee, thick fingers fumbling in the grass for one of their own massive bat-like clubs. It came up into the air a moment later, but Zelda was already lunging forward again. Her shield hammered as hard as she could make it move across the Moblin's snout, sending even its large head spinning to the side, and the club fell into the hollow where the neck, now exposed, met the shoulder. It grunted in pain, and her follow-up strike, delivered with a spin to build her own momentum despite knowing it was risky, sent the Moblin's whole torso rocketing in the opposite direction.

It didn't get up. A moment after it hit the tall grass it had been using as a bed, the body turned black and began to smoke.

Zelda spun, just in time to throw up her shield and catch the blue Bokoblin's own heavy club, spiked with bone from some strange creature too, as it moved for her head. "Raaghaaghaagh!" the Bokoblin shriked, its putrid breath washing over Zelda. Her own club came up, the only good angle she had with their other arms locked together. Straight between the Bokoblin's legs, it was woefully unprepared for the attack. Eyes rolled back in its head as the Bokoblin fell onto its back, both stubby hands covering its groin.

Zelda threw her club at the thing's face, but missed. It skittered into the grass and vanished from sight in the rain and darkness, but her gloves closed around the monster's own weapon a moment later. Two, three swift blows shattered both of the thing's hands and pulped its genitals. Delirious with pain, no doubt, the blue Bokoblin- a considerable threat most of the time- was helpless against the next three swings that broke its snout, jaw, and neck.

Then, stars.

Pain, and stars, and darkness...

No.

No.

No.

The thick flesh between her legs would not...

Would not have her! Not now, not like this!

She wanted it, she wanted to be filled, to be fucked like a beast, to be used, to carry a...

No!

Zelda's head swam, as one meaty red paw groped her tender breasts, one already bruised while she was unconscious. Another hand pawed at her clothes, pulled her trousers down, while a second Moblin reached between its legs to free an arm-sized penis, twisted like the first she had seen, from its crude covering.

She was defenseless, helpless, one had her around the torso while it groped her, the other held itself over her, a weapon in its hand.

Her weapon? No... one of its long clubs.

Clank, clank, what was the noise, she couldn't think, she was dazed. The world swam, her head ached, her body was going to be torn apart and there was that incessant noise.

Clank, clank, clank, and clatter.

Oh, that was her weapons shifting on her belt. Hah... that seemed important somehow, but as one meaty paw moved around her neck, choking her as the Moblin in front stepped closer and pressed his monstrously huge shaft against her belly- from her desperately hungry cunt to the bottom of her breasts in length- she could not figure out why.

Its pig-tip touched her flesh, pressed into her folds just slightly, and clarity returned.

Fingers closed around the first handle she could find.

No blade, no spear, no axe-haft.

But the bone-carved grip on a Fire Rod.

Rage, righteous fury, and desperate need to not fall victim again roared forth from Zelda, pouring out with all the will she could muster. Down her arm, through the grip, and into the crystalline core of the ruby and garnet shaft.

Magic roared forth at her command, focused and given form by the crystal of the weapon. An inferno stretched outward, blazing in all directions with concussive force and blistering heat. It seared, it burned and boiled grass, skin, and leather. The Moblin holding Zelda, choking her (which was strangely erotic in its own right, she somehow realized despite the desperation of the moment), shrieked in agony as its entire right side, from foot to shoulder, was engulfed in flame in an instant. The Moblin in front, the one whose shaft was against her very flesh, only gasped in sudden agony as its monstrous cock charred and blackened in the first pulse.

The second wave of flame blasted both of them away from her as it moved outward, searing flesh, boiling eyes, and scalding lungs. The third, a little weaker, still added energy to the first two. Moblins burned, reduced to flaming cinders and ash. Even the blue Bokoblin, smaller but hardier, would have fallen if it was not dead already.

Zelda fell to her knees, exhausted, winded, and sobbing in profound relief that, this time at least, she had not been taken against her will once more.

All around her, Moblin and Bokoblin corpses changed to smoldering bits of themselves, and were in turn ignited by the heat in the grass, given off by the red-glowing bricks of the ruins. Wooden clubs and shields gathered over years by the raids the monsters had undergone, were reduced to smoldering ash along with them.

Zelda, at the center of the inferno, which had lasted only minutes at most, was untouched, unmarked... aside from the blemish that marred her mind. Even dazed, near-helpless, her instinct had not been to fight.

She knew it had been to welcome that monster into her body. To betray what she felt she must stand for. To let it fuck her, to claim her, to take her.

She had wanted it so badly, she had almost surrendered...

When would it be too much? She'd orgasmed twice just hours before! Been embarrassed by being seen naked by a stranger, whose name she still didn't know.

Yet, when presented by two more monsters who would break her body with the force of their assault, her dazed, weakened, logic-less self had wanted them to.

When would it be too much? When would her logic, her reason, give out?

Zelda did not know. That was why she cried, and cried, and cried some more, glad that at least the tears softened the blaze and washed most of the evidence away.