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Chap. 49: A Different Kind of Ride
Zelda was freezing cold and shivering once more when she staggered past the heavy, multi-layered leather and wool curtains that made up the outer doors of the Dueling Peaks Stable. She was not poisoned, suffering from infection, or sick, but her nose still ran a bit as she quickly shucked the outer-most layers of her clothing. The inner ones were just as wet, but at least they weren't dripping.
"A room for the night, please, Magheren," she called over her shoulder as she lifted her rain-weighted cloak and leather cuirass onto some of the waiting hooks.
A few moments later as she stepped up to the counter, squeezing into a narrow space between Sagessa and another woman with fairly androgynous features and slight build she didn't know. "Crowded tonight," she stated by way of greeting.
"Always is when there's heavy rain," the portly matron of the wayside inn answered brusquely, "Be with you in a moment, dear.
"Good evening, Zina," Sagessa said with a smile, and let her hand rest on Zelda's wet breeches, "It's been several days, I was starting to wonder if you were coming back."
"I'll be traveling a lot, I think," Zelda told her with a shrug and a shy smile, her mind drifting back to the last time she had seen Sagessa, and the night of passion they had together. "I can't say how frequently I'll stop by, and I doubt it'll be regularly, but if I'm in the area there's no reason not to stop."
"Well that's good to know," Sagessa laughed, "I haven't driven you away, at least."
"Hardly away," Zelda shot back, trying to be coy but unsure if she had succeeded, "If anything, your presence is a draw at least as powerful as the warm bath and dry bed."
Sagessa laughed along with her, then asked, "So where did you end up going? Did you see your family?"
"I did meet with some of the people my, um, grandmother knew," Zelda replied, fudging the truth just a little to hide the fact that she was a century and almost two decades old, "One in Kakariko I might've mentioned before, and a couple more in Hateno Village."
"Oh. So are you on your way back home, then...?" Sagessa asked curiously, "I think you said you were from far to the west...?"
"Something like that," Zelda told her, all too mindful of the sheer number of strangers in the room, some of which were quite within earshot despite the general raucous din of the crowded common room, "But no, I don't think I'm going home yet. Not any time soon, either. I... I didn't leave in the best circumstances, so I think I'll spend some time here."
It was as good a lie as any, if only because the circumstances that had forced her from her probably comfortable home in Hyrule Castle were, in fact, not the best.
"Oh? You are staying at the Stable?" the androgynous woman next to her piped up, proving that they were indeed being overheard.
"Not, um, not permanently," Zelda answered, looking first at the petite young woman, then back at Sagessa questioningly, "But in the wider area."
"Oh, I forgot you haven't been introduced," Sagessa suddenly gushed, "Zina, this is Thalla. Thalla, Zina. She's the customer I was telling you about before."
"I guessed that," Thalla said with a nod, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zina. So are you going to join us, then...? At least for a while?"
"Join you...?"
"She's not a whore," Sagessa told the other girl, leaning forward to speak past Zelda, "she's a customer, dummy."
"Y- You're, um," Zelda asked the petite girl, blushing a little. She looked far too young and innocent, smooth-faced, to be a prostitute. Not to mention, small in the chest. Thalla was probably as tall as Zelda, maybe even a bit taller, but slender in ways Zelda would never be again.
"For the last few months, yeah," Thalla said, clearly a bit embarrassed about the subject. "Sagessa showed me the ropes pretty well, but it's still strange sometimes."
"O- Oh. What, um... what made you, er, decide to... do this?" Zelda realized only too late just how personal that question was, so she hurried to add, "You don't have to answer that, it was rude of me to ask. I'm sorry."
"I don't mind," Thalla replied with an almost throaty chuckle, "I'm not suited for farm-work, or ranch-work, so my parents apprenticed me to a merchant a couple years ago. He, uh, took a few liberties one day, and... I decided I didn't mind. Then he was killed by a Moblin about half a year ago. I couldn't keep up the business on my own, since his ass escaped, and took most of his goods with it. I picked up what I could, and made my way here. I was cold, starving, and Sagessa took pity. Over the next few days, she worked to support me as much as herself, and we got to talking. And here we are."
"Thalla's underselling their own bit," Sagessa added, "and overselling mine. I just saw a bit of profit coming my way from a new whore on our team. And they're doing pretty well, it was quite a good investment for both of us."
Zelda blinked, confused by the answer in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on, but nodded, "I see," even if she really didn't. Not about the story itself, that kind of thing seemed to happen a lot in what was left of Hyrule. Violence changed lives every day, and not often for the better. But Thalla, like Sagessa, seemed healthy, well-cared for, made up, with a pretty outfit that accentuated her slender figure in a charming way. She could not bring herself to judge, just like she couldn't judge Sagessa.
Not like she was any better, having gladly paid Sagessa and then Prima for their services.
You're probably a bigger whore than both of them, Zelda thought to herself with a strange sort of half-amused, half-reproachful tone, fucking an Octorok to death and loving every moment of it. You didn't even charge!
Conversation after that changed to lighter topics, as the Common Room grew more loud, more crowded, and eventually started to quiet as the (often drunk) patrons staggered off to their rented rooms, sometimes with one of the dozen or so girls sitting at the counter on their arms after a hushed conversation.
It wasn't until Zelda was approached herself, by Hino of all people, that she realized she was sitting where most of Sagessa's prostitute friends and co-workers sat. "Excuse me, Miss," the unkempt, dark-haired man half-growled as he approached, "Evenin'. I, uh, normally avail myself o' Sagessa's services, but tonight, I, uh, wondered if I might purchase yours...?"
"She's not for sale, Hino," Sagessa answered for her, "She isn't one of us."
"Then why's she sittin' here?" the man grunted, "An' lookin' like that?"
Zelda found herself a bit affronted by his waving hand, which almost slapped her in the breasts. "Excuse me, sir!"
He ignored her in favor of Sagessa's quiet, definitely growling response, "And what's that supposed to mean, Hino? I just told you, she's sitting here because we're friends. She looks good because she does. It's none of your business. Find another girl."
"Fine," he grunted, "I'll take you, then."
"No, I don't think so," Sagessa replied with a sniff, "Not after you've bene so rude to my friend. I think I'm alright without your business for a few days."
"Aww, come on, Sagessa," he almost whined, and tried to put his beefy arm over the woman's shoulder. "Don't be like that, I didn't mean anything by it!"
Sagessa, though, was having none of it. She shrugged him off pointedly, "Don't make me get Magheren to toss you out in the rain, Hino. You know I will. I said no. One more word, and you don't hire anyone tonight."
"Tch... fine," he grunted, then cast his eyes around the few remaining girls at the counter. "Thalla, then...?"
"Thalla's staying with Zina tonight."
"Fine! I'll just go to bed alone," the man grunted, and sauntered off, wobbling slightly.
Once he was gone, Sagessa shook her head and sighed exasperatedly, "He's always like that when he's drunk, no manners at all. If he didn't pay so well, I don't know if any of us would put up with it. Sorry about that, Thalla, Zina."
"Don't worry about it," Thalla replied a moment before Zelda added her own agreement. "What's his deal, though? Why shouldn't I...?"
Sagessa shook her head again, and launched into a slightly less-abridged version of what she'd told Zelda before on the day she had learned what the whore did for a living. "He's unclean, unkempt, smelly, not very big, never lasts long, has no idea how to please a woman, and despite what he said, he isn't your type, and you aren't his."
"Um," Zelda asked quietly after her rapid-fire explanation wound down, "What did you mean by, um, Thalla staying with me? I was hoping to..."
"Sorry, love," Sagessa grinned, glancing between the two quickly, "I'm already booked. But Thalla's got the skills to take care of you, I promise. They won't leave you wanting, at least."
"O- Oh."
For some reason, Thalla wouldn't meet Zelda's eyes after that. It wasn't hard to imagine why, as the princess had a hard time looking directly at the near-stranger's face, too. Still, an hour later, she and Thalla found themselves in her own rented room, much smaller than the last one she had rented, though the bath was steaming warm and even larger.
As the two shyly undressed, with Sagessa's arrangement clearly designed to allow both to bathe before spending the night together, Zelda's mind kept going back to one question. "Um, Thalla?"
"Ye- Yes?"
"I hope this isn't presumptuous. I was just wondering, why, well... why Sagessa kept calling you 'they' and 'them', and 'their'. It just seemed like an odd set of pronouns."
The androgynous face grimaced, as the last bit of clothing fell to their knees. "It's because I'm not a woman," she- no, they- replied. "Just because I dress like one."
Zelda couldn't believe her eyes.
Thalla's cock wasn't big, but it was definitely there, five or so inches long flaccid, though it was slowly rising off the hanging sack as she stared at the now-nude prostitute. "I... oh."
"Oh," Thalla chuckled, strangely awkward as she looked away, "If it's a problem I can go find another customer. Sagessa seemed to think you'd like it, but..."
"N- No," she whispered, still staring, "I just... I haven't been, um, with a man in... a long time."
A hundred years qualified, didn't it?
"But I'm not saying no. You'll- it just surprised me, but I'm h- happy with you. I promise."
"Oh, good," Thalla replied shyly, "Because it can be very awkward to get to this point and have some people balk. Most are happy though, and, um, willing to try."
The bath itself is what Zelda felt was awkward. She had never, at least not that she could remember, bathed with a man before. While Thalla's physique was slender and androgynous, their dick and the slightly triangular shape of their torso combined to make it very clear that Thalla was, in fact, a man as far as body went.
And as they stared at Zelda, who was nude herself a few moments after, Thalla reacted quite obviously.
There was plenty of room in the wide tub to hold them both with only occasional touches of feet or legs as they washed themselves, each moment of contact accompanied or followed by a shy glance or smile. The whole time, which Zelda thought took far longer than was strictly necessary largely because of her own distraction, she stared at the half-inch or so of Thalla's erection that bobbed and waved above the increasingly soapy water.
Once they were both clean, Thalla stood first and offered a hand to Zelda as she stepped out of the tub onto the towels laid out on the floor for that purpose. "Let me dry you," they whispered.
"Alright," she answered just as quietly, and held her arms out as Thalla gently, slowly, tenderly, ran the towel through her long hair, then bundled it as artfully as any woman Zelda had ever seen to dry it the rest of the way, and used another to dry her skin.
The soft cloth was smooth and comforting, even a bit warm still against her skin, but as Thalla moved over Zelda's flesh with the towel, she found them start to pepper her with kisses, too. The first, lightest, was on the back of her left hand. Up that arm on the outside, twisting over to the inside by her elbow, then down around across her shoulders to the other arm.
Down her spine, and even, as she shivered, a peck to each cheek of Zelda's firm buttocks. Lower, down her thighs to her knees, and even the balls of her feet as she, swaying slightly to keep her balance, lifted them on request for Thalla to dry.
Then they came around her front, and Zelda pulled the towel from their hands. "I think that's enough foreplay," she whispered, "as fun as it is."
"If you insist," Thalla chuckled quietly, "What do you want me to do?"
"Lick me, first," the princess commanded, "starting up here, then go down."
"That's my pleasure, then," Thalla grinned, and leaned in. They didn't start with her breasts or puckered nipples, though. Instead, the androgynous prostitute started with Zelda's neck, nibbling and nipping with their lips and teeth as one soft, almost uncalloused hand kneaded her left breast, and the other circled around her waist to grip and grope her ass in turn.
By the time their lips circled her right nipple, Zelda's breath was starting to come in quick, rapid pants, and she only let Thalla suckle for a few moments before pushing their head down, "My pussy," she commanded, "Lick me there. Make me cum... and I'll do the same."
Thalla shivered at the request, but nodded shyly, "No one's ever... well, no woman's ever done that... but alright."
"No one?" Zelda asked, confused, as Thalla kissed a faster line down her taut belly and started lapping at her hairless, Hylian folds.
Thalia shook their head, looking up her body, and took a brief break from their oral attention to answer, "My first Master, the one who... who showed me the pleasures we could have, always insisted I do it for them, but would never return it. Um... both ways. I was always the object of his pleasure, not of mine."
"That sounds horrible," Zelda whispered.
Thalla shrugged and kept licking, just breaking enough to say, "I didn't mind... not after the first couple of times. I was allowed to pleasure myself, so... But this way, the way Sagessa showed me, is better. Both my clients- man and woman- like me a lot, if I don't scare them off."
"I can see why," the princess moaned, "Y- You're very good at this."
She had her first orgasm, a mild one but a good warmup, just a minute or so later. As it built, Zelda seriously considered pretending it hadn't happened so Thalla would keep mouthing, tonguing her. She decided against it though, as she looked down to see them running their smooth, soft hands over their cock, both of them stroking it slowly from opposite sides.
Zelda was a bit nervous, but she wanted to do that, not let, or make, Thalla do it.
Impa had confirmed she was no virgin, and had been with a least a few people in her previous life... but Thalla would be the first man she could remember in more than the vaguest, smallest fragments.
Despite the androgynous looks of the prostitute, Zelda wondered if she, or possibly her Champion, would not see this as a betrayal of sorts.
No, she decided. She did not care. Not in that way, at least. She might not be craving sex, pleasure, in the way that she had so often been since waking, but she was still a woman with needs and desires, and she could not count on rescuing her Champion any time soon.
He would understand.
Besides, if what Impa had told the adventurer was true, it was not like either of them had been entirely exclusive, and had even shared some partners knowingly, Impa included.
Would her Champion appreciate a person who appeared, and dressed, as a petite woman, but had a cock? She didn't know... but Zelda herself did, at least that night.
"On the bed," she told Thalla, "Sit at the edge."
Soon, she was on her knees between his feet, looking up at the person she was paying for pleasure, intent on giving it instead at the moment. She should, perhaps, work out an actual payment with Sagessa or Thalla, at some point... but just then, she only wanted one thing. "You've never had person suck you, then...?"
"N- No," Thalla said, shaking their head, "A- A few of the men did..."
Zelda nodded, "I... don't know if I'll be any good. You can tell me how to do better, I won't be offended."
Before Thalla could reply, his head was in her mouth. It was warm, hot, thicker than she expected. Almost scalding. The moan they let out was worth it, though, and Zelda looked up to see Thalla's face twisting in surprised rapture, their face tossed toward the sky beyond the yurt's top.
It felt strange in some ways, having an invasive something in her mouth. She wanted to bite, but also simply to close her mouth, and...
And it was so different to Bubmin's! Even more from the Octorok's.
The Bokoblin's had been short and thick, with a flatter top. Thalla's was long and thin, pointier, though she smelled and tasted a powerful, tangy musk as the foreskin peeled back when the whore's cock got even longer, thicker, harder in her mouth. Zelda moaned, sure she was already addicted to it, as her tongue swirled around. Instinct, or perhaps forgotten practice, had her sealing her lips around him, and inhaling a bit for suction, then she started to bob.
She gagged almost at once as she went too far down Thalla's shaft, but the whore had immediate advice. "Your hands," they gestured, speaking in a huskier voice than Zelda had heard before as they pointed, "wrap a hand down there, around the bottom, and it'll keep you from going too far. And it'll feel b- better for the client- er, for me."
She nodded with Thalla still in her mouth, and did as she was instructed. The other moved up to cup their balls, and she kneaded gently, not needing to be told that they were very sensitive.
Zelda didn't bob on the shaft long before Thalla warned, "I'm... I'm getting r-really close, Zina. I- I can't hold- p- please!"
Please what, Zelda didn't learn, as she kept bobbing, lost in her own need to experience, to learn, to know, what it was like when a man ejaculated in her mouth. Hot. Surprising. Steaming. Tangy, salty, creamy, almost like unfinished gelatin, she imagined. She jolted as the first jets hit her mouth, but didn't move away. She pulled back just far enough to keep Thalla's head in her orifice, her lips sealed as several sharp jets and a couple of softer ones filled her cavity until her cheeks started to bulge. The whole while, her eyes were on Thalla's face, which was absolutely transported with pleasure.
Zelda swallowed thoughtfully.
It... was interesting, she decided. Not bad. Not good. Just interesting. The texture and taste were strange, but not unpleasant. Thalla's face, that had been delightful to watch. To know she had brought him, them, pleasure. She smiled, "That was fun."
"Haaaah... I... I don't recall ever... doing it that fast... from a mouth," the whore chuckled between pants. "That was... r- really good."
"Thank you," Zelda blushed. Then she pointed at the slowly-flagging dick, which still dripped with her saliva and remnants of their seed, "Um... how long until you can go again?"
"Um, ah... usually a client only makes me climax once," they chuckled, "So... a few minutes, I think?"
"Would it help if I sucked you some more?" Zelda asked, strangely shy herself.
"Y- You would, um, w- want to?"
"Yes," she answered quietly, "I think I'd really like to, actually. That was... fun."
Thalla smiled gratefully, "Well, don't let me stop you. What the client wants, the client gets."
Then he was in her mouth again, the sharper, muskier taste of his slightly-aged semen lingering on her tongue as Zelda flicked the muscle up and down against Thalla's tip. Soon, in less than a minute, he was raging hard again, swollen and purple.
Still, she sucked. She couldn't get enough!
When Thalla unleashed inside her mouth again, she swallowed it all down eagerly, and only realized too late that simply the first blow-job had awakened that same primal need in her again. It had been dormant after the Octorok, but now it was burning and blazing in her soul. She kept sucking despite Thalla's near-begging groans for her to give him a short break, but soon enough, the dick was hard in her again.
Then she stopped, if only for a moment, to pull off and say, "Inside me. Now."
Thalla groaned, "Yes, ma'am," but he complied, rising to his knees as Zelda threw herself up onto all fours on the bed, her rear aimed in the prostitute's direction, her feet just hanging off the edge. She shivered and heard herself give out an involuntary whimper as Thalla ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit. She was dripping, soaking, and hadn't even known it!
Zelda was going to ask if he was going to get to it, when she felt Thalla's smooth, soft hands on her rump, and then they slid in. Smooth, deeply, so deep!
She felt more than was realistic, Zelda decided. Thalla was of average size, a little bigger than Hino, but just then her pussy was starving, and he was feeding it the meal it had been craving for a hundred years. "Oh, Hylia, yes," she moaned, and started rocking backward and forward.
"Ooooh," Thalla sighed, "Y- You're very tight, Zina!"
"Good," she gasped, "it means it'll- fuck- be better for both of us!"
And it was.
She did not feel guilty as he started rocking too, pulling his cock out to the tip and thrusting back hard enough to make her rear end shake and bounce, or her breasts to swing and roll beneath her. She only felt pleasure as her body started to shake and tremble with an orgasm that made her arms collapse, pushing her chest and face into the increasingly rumpled bed as Thalla mounted her from behind harder and faster.
With two orgasms already behind them, it took the prostitute a long time to climax again, and Zelda loved every moment of it. First from behind, until she had climaxed twice more. Then she rolled over onto her back and held her arms out, reveling in the light kisses they placed along her neck, her breasts, as the cock filled her and left her hungry for more, again and again.
They ended with Thalla behind her again, but this time with both on their sides, her leg held in the air, her pussy quivering in excitement and puffy, blood-filled need, while her body squirted clear liquid for a half-dozen feet to splatter against and into the now-cold tub. Thalla climaxed a moment later, yanking themselves free of her body to spray white, thick semen half as far with a soft, whimpering groan.
Both lay there, panting, for several minutes as the inferno in Zelda's soul quieted, the need sated once more.
Eventually, Thalla climbed over her on shaky legs, and used one of the washcloths to clean themselves. "I... that was fun," they said.
Zelda languidly stretched, ignoring the wet spots her drool, their combined sweat, and her repeated orgasms had caused on the blankets, "It was. I'll definitely be looking you up sometimes when I come by."
"I'd... like that," Thalla replied. "I... more than half my clients are women, but... like I said, no one's ever... done that, not for me. Not a woman, anyway. It's... it was really good."
"I was glad to," she told him quietly, "I... I think I really like it."
She watched Thalla dress, then blow her a red-faced kiss before they slipped out the door. She heard the quiet rattle as the prostitute's 'working' tag was lifted off the nail by her room's door, then slowly crawled beneath the blankets.
She didn't remember falling asleep. All Zelda remembered the next day was waking up, refreshed and invigorated as if she had just visited a Shrine... only she was naked, and shivering in the early morning hours while she dressed in now-dry clothes.
