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Chap. 62: Escape(ism)
Zelda's hips rocked and spun against Purah's already slick face as another orgasm began to build. She had been bed-ridden now for three days, far longer than her recovery after giving birth to a Bokoblin's baby. But the Researcher had explained why easily enough, with a casual tone that told the princess she had probably had to tell others the same thing before.
"You weren't attacked by a few Bokos over a few days, you were attacked by hundreds over less than two days before we could mount a rescue mission. It was far more intense, more brutal, and we need to make sure your body recovers before you do anything more strenuous than walking around town. And, well…"
Purah had sighed, then continued, "We also knew you were pregnant, again. So we administered some medications to make sure nothing… happened. You aren't any more. I know you told Clavia that you didn't want the last one to die, but… we also don't want you to have a constant reminder of what happened to you. Besides, each Bokoblin born only makes the Calamity's forces stronger."
"Not all of them," Zelda had replied quietly, before, her voice in a whisper, she explained about Bubmin. How she had earned his loyalty at first through fear, then mutual life-debts, though she or he had never said as much, and eventually what had happened with the Yiga who had first captured her.
To her credit, Purah had listened patiently while the thrumming of a cobbled-together device between Zelda's legs slowly brought the vibrating shaft inserted into her to higher speeds. Then she'd said, "Look, I understand the need, probably better than most. I was attacked by monsters when I was young, too. That's why I've always preferred a more… feminine touch. But you can't give in to that temptation, Princess. Bokoblins are evil. They are servants of the Calamity. Maybe Bubmin is helpful. He certainly helped us rescue you, if that's the same Bokoblin, but one out of hundreds of thousands is just… not worth the risk. Do you understand?"
Zelda had nodded, and soon after, another woman had come in to supervise the princess' orgasmic treatments.
Which, according to Purah herself, were now almost over.
"Mm… you're really tasty, Princess," the Sheikah murmured, as she lapped up Zelda's ever-flowing juices. "How're you feeling?"
"Amazing, as always," Zelda replied with a blissful sigh. She was awash in old sweat and cum, mostly her own, because aside from Prima, none of the Village's women had done more than finger her to get Zelda to climax. Not that Koyin hadn't offered, or even Sophie or Ivee. But Zelda hadn't been fully comfortable with either since she didn't know them that well, and even just having the two pretty young women, one shy and the other boisterous and outgoing, finger her to completion was… strange. But satisfying.
Purah alone had preferred using her mouth, but that was alright with Zelda. How her past self had never become intimate with the curvy researcher she could not understand. Impa was younger by a few years, but Purah was still a stunning woman, especially if, as she claimed, she looked like this 'back then.' She was tall, a good nine inches taller than Zelda now, with a narrow waist and well-shaped, curvy hips that flowed down into thick, toned thighs and calves only accentuated by gold-trimmed, steel-spiked boots that might have been worn as a form of self-defense. Her upper body was almost too-similar to Paya's, being perhaps a little smaller in the chest, but just as well-formed from what Zelda could ascertain through her loose Sheikah clothing and the skin-tight orange leotard she wore beneath it, which seemed almost a mirror for the midnight blue Paya wore as underclothing.
Her face was almost cherubic, except for the almost perpetually-tired look in her eyes these days. She only lit up with the animation she seemed to have had in her younger body when she was discussing ancient Sheikah artifacts like the Shrine on the south side of the village, or pleasuring Zelda.
Pleasure which was peaking. She was so close…
Her hips gyrated faster, and Zelda reached down to pull the white-capped head closer, "Ah- ah- th- there! Purah, right- right there!"
"You like that, Princess?" Purah practically purred into her pussy, as she shoved a third finger into her snatch and curled it up to stroke the insides below her clit, "Are you gonna do it? Squirt all over me? So naughty…"
Zelda snorted. One thing Purah was not good at was sexy-talk. In fact, the chuckle that rose up from her helped stave off the orgasm for a bit more. So she rose up on her elbows, then pulled her hips back, out of Purah's reach. "No more," she told the older woman.
"Huh? Why not?" Purah asked, sounding genuinely disappointed. "You, uh, need to cum at least once or twice more."
"Because," the princess replied with as much haughty arrogance as she could force into her demeanor when sweaty, not to mention stark naked with her whole body on display as it had been for a while now, "it occurs to me that you personally have brought me well over sixty climaxes in the last few days, and I've yet to return the favor once."
Despite being over a century old, Purah's beautiful face turned scarlet, "O- Oh. Uh… But, um, this isn't, uh, about me, Princess. It's- it's your treatment."
"Yes, well, my treatment can wait," Zelda told her firmly, "As your Princess, I order you to remove your clothing and get up on this bed. Now."
Purah's blue-gray eyes widened in surprise, before she stood up and, more than a little awkwardly, began to remove her clothing. The whole while, her movements were jerky and uncoordinated, as if she were… but no, that couldn't be… could it?
"Purah," Zelda asked quietly as the woman began to peel her swimsuit-like leotard down her body, "are you… are you nervous?"
"Of course not, check it," she replied, grinning confidently, "I just- I- I-"
Whatever she was going to say didn't come out. Instead, her mouth opened and closed a few more times before Zelda repeated, "Strip, then lay down."
Purah nodded again, then reached down and shimmied her way out of the last bit of stretchy cloth before stepping out of it. She surprised Zelda by reaching up for her hair-pins too, and even removed her brass goggles from her hair before shaking it out into a thick, rolling mass that fell to her mid-shoulders in ringlets and waves. The older woman lay on the bed carefully, lengthways near the foot as Zelda directed her with a gesture, before the princess moved up on her knees to sit next to Purah's waist and admire her.
"Your body is immaculate," Zelda told her quietly, reaching out boldly to cup one dusky brown breast, unexpectedly dark, and caress the increasingly stiff nipple before rolling it between fingers and thumb. It was, too, completely blemish free, with barely an ounce of extra padding to show the softness around what was otherwise a warrior's body. She was hairless everywhere except her painted eyebrows and on her head, too, with not a wisp of it showing on arms, legs, belly, or even between her legs. There were no warts, no moles, no beauty marks except the one on her face, no scars… "How do you have no scars?"
Purah grinned sheepishly, "A- a side-effect of the de-aging Rune. A bit of vanity… I never claimed to be perfect, Princess."
"Your body is, though," Zelda replied, then slid a hand up the older woman's thigh. She stopped just shy of the cleft between Purah's legs when she jumped. "Ticklish…?"
"Hmnmnnn… a- a little," Purah admitted, "It's mostly… well, I've… I've never, um… had someone…"
Zelda's hands pulled back, and she frowned, "You're a hundred and thirty-something years old, and no one's ever touched you there?"
"Wait?" Purah asked, sounding confused, "Don't be ridiculous. I- Oh- oh, I see."
But her face got even more red, and she didn't clarify before Zelda raised one eyebrow, "Yes…?"
The Sheikah sighed and turned her head away, still red-faced, "Symin and I are lovers, too. We're essentially married, for all intents and purposes… but no. I've never… had a woman touch me there, that's what I meant. And Symin is not… not generally focused on foreplay if either of us are in the mood."
"Still, never…?"
Purah shrugged, shuffling a but against the already-mussed sheets, "I… I like to, um, go down on women more than… and with Symin, we usually only… do the thing."
"Wait," Zelda hesitated again, though this time she forced her hands to move down to the woman's soft, tender flesh and stay there as she asked, "You prefer women… but you and Symin are lovers, essentially married, and you only have sex, nothing else? Just like, plain in-and-out…?"
Again, the woman blushed, "We… we both generally, um, r- refrain, until the urge is quite strong. Neither of us are ruled by our base needs, so, so, so we-"
Zelda slipped the hand on Purah's thigh a little lower, then gripped as much of the muscle there as she could reach, giving in a squeeze. Purah shuddered and gasped. Then she moved it upward, and resumed flicking her brown nipple, now quite hard, with the other thumb. When she reached the soft petals of bare flesh at the joint, Zelda found them dripping. But she didn't stop.
Instead, the adventurer-princess turned her palm to cover the hairless slid, and pushed one knuckle, then a second of her longest finger in, before adding a whole other digit. Purah gasped and moaned. Then Zelda touched her thumb to the engorged clit, and she gasped again. "No foreplay, huh? What's the matter, Purah? Scared? What's wrong with extra pleasure?"
The woman whined almost like a puppy as Zelda started pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy, and enjoyed the tight, slick feeling of it even while her own loins started to burn with need again. Maybe a few more orgasms would help her treatment go faster… but not yet. First, she had to make Purah scream. If nothing else, to make up for lost time.
She was so beautiful… Zelda leaned down, her neck tilted, and Purah's eyes widened almost comically behind her thick glasses moments before their lips touched. Zelda let herself ghost along the others for a few moments, then pressed more firmly, until Purah gasped. That was her cue to push her tongue inside, swirling against the other woman's for…
She didn't know how long. All she knew was that it felt spectacular.
Then Purah climaxed on Zelda's hands, and for a moment, she came back to herself. Enough, at least, to pull away and whisper, "I don't remember back then, Purah, but I think I was an idiot. Maybe I was scared of the age difference. Maybe I was just too in-love with Impa, or Link. But I was a fool then, and I like to think I'm less so now. Come to me with your needs, if Symin is only fucking you. Unless that's what you want, of course. Because you say I taste delicious…?"
Zelda pulled her fingers free, and showed the glistening fluid to Purah before pushing one finger into her mouth. Unbidden, her eyes fluttered, then closed. Her tongue swirled around her own digit like it was a cock, but oh, it tasted so good! Tart and tangy, and still sweet. Once she had savored all she could, Zelda offered the other finger to Purah, who took it hesitantly…
But then sighed herself as she tasted it. After she had licked the finger clean, Zelda returned her hand to Purah's pussy and started working it more gently from the outside, focusing on her labia and clit., "That is, of course, if you don't feel… bad, about Symin. I'm assuming he doesn't know how the treatment works…"
Purah snorted, "He volunteered to help. Half the men of the town did, but I- and Koyin- insisted that they could not."
Zelda's head cocked, "He would have… what, had- had sex with me?"
Purah nodded, and lifted a hand to rest on Zelda's thigh just below her waist, "He is a man, and you are beautiful, Princess. Besides, Sheikah that are… monogamous like most Hylians are, are a rare breed. That's why Impa turning you down surprised me so, back then. Especially after you'd been sleeping together for a few weeks."
"Well, I…" Zelda sighed, "I hate to say this now, but I'm not going to be… she doesn't, um…"
"Wrinkles don't get you going?" Purah said, not quite asking, but not quite saying it as a statement, either.
"No," Zelda giggled, a bit embarrassed, "I can see… echoes of the person I must have known sometimes, when we speak, but… that's long gone, I'm afraid."
"But her older sister makes you excited?" Purah teased, or tried to, arching her chest upward into Zelda's hand.
Zelda only grinned and purred down, "Yes. Yes she does."
Then she climbed over the older woman, and lowered her body downward. Their pussies touched, and Zelda felt the heat in her burn brighter than before. Felt how Zelda's firm, smaller breasts pushed into Purah's thicker, fattier, softer ones, forcing them to adjust to her own shape. And felt the scientist's mouth conform to hers as they kissed again.
Her hips swirled and danced… her hands groped and pawed, almost hungrily, as her tongue slipped in and around, fighting with Purah for dominance… a game she was sure to win.
They climaxed together, that time, and for the first time in several days, Zelda felt complete. Whole. Satisfied.
An hour later, she stood on wobbly legs, but only enough to roll over and lift one of Purah's legs onto her shoulder, before she pushed her head into the gap. The older woman, who had been half-asleep, gasped, then sighed. "I've never actually… ah… had a woman… oh- oh me, oh, my!- go- go down there… on me," Purah whispered between moans of pleasure.
Zelda still felt she was far from expert, but whatever Sagessa and then Prima had taught her seemed to serve well, for within just a few seconds of starting, Purah became a gibbering mess as the princess licked her cunt for all she was worth, tasting directly of the well of her ecstasy.
Purah might have never had it happen before, but by the time Zelda stopped and climbed into the now-tepid bath she was supposed to have used hours earlier, she could not say that again. Not by at least six times over.
The next morning, Zelda ate breakfast at Purah's dining table, much cleaner than she had ever seen it before. Symin was absent, off to relight the Sheikah Furnace once more, while the princess ate porridge mixed with nuts and sliced plums. Purah, meanwhile, was eating quickly between explaining the story of how they had, eventually, mounted a rescue operation.
"I'm going," the woman announced as she dropped her pack on the floor of Purah's Lab, then stood tall with her sword and shield in hand.
"We don't even know your name," Symin interrupted.
"Doesn't matter," the dark-haired warrior declared, "What matters is she's my friend, and I'm going to help you rescue her."
Koyin's eyes narrowed, "Can you even fight? I don't know you."
"And I don't know you," the newcomer pointed out, "Any of you, except the smith there, but he's not going, is he? But yes, I can fight. Better than most of you, I expect."
"Fine," Purah agreed, stopping all disagreement, at least for now, "Anyone willing and able should be able to go. But a small team will be able to get in and out before they can respond, so not everyone can go. There's still two hundred monsters in that camp, and we haven't got any more arrows to use as support or covering fire."
"Alright," the newcomer replied, stepping closer, between Symin and Koyin, and looked down at the hastily-drawn battle plan. "How're we getting in? Me and my… partner."
"You have a partner?" Purah asked, "who is he? She, I suppose?"
"They are… better used as a backup, for now. I didn't believe he was trustworthy, and I'm still hesitant, but he seems pretty dead-set on helping our young lady out."
That was how it began.
Purah and the sword-and-shield-wielding woman warrior had led the charge, with Koyin, Hudson, and even the mayor, Reeve, following behind them with an even newer, high-quality spear gifted to her from the town's tiny armory, a replacement hammer, and the warrior's own weapons more than enough to carve a swift line through the unprepared, unawares camps of Bokoblins between the edges of the army and Zelda's position on Hateno Beach.
Reeve and the others mostly helped widen the path and take out stragglers, but it was them that allowed the group, once a delirious, cum-soaked Zelda was flopping over Hudson's strong shoulder, to make a hasty retreat. Purah's bombs and whip-like Guardian legs were highly effective at keeping the rest of the path clear too, but even then she had to attribute the army's lack of leadership or organization for their actual escape.
By the time the black Bokoblins, already long-sated, had heard she had been taken, they were back in Hateno, and the defenses were raised once more. Of course, that didn't prevent the three Moblins that had been quicker on the uptake from trying to stop them. One had broken Hudson's hammer-arm, which would keep him out of work for a few weeks at least. Another had nearly fatally wounded one of the farmers who had volunteered to come on the rescue mission.
The last…
The last, Purah explained with a wry smile, had come to an end from an unlikely source. A blue Bokoblin had turned traitor, screaming, "For Hyrule!," as he stabbed the far larger monster in the stomach. Then he had fought like a beast, helping the others, shocked and amazed (aside from the warrior-woman, who had a triumphant grin as he did so) as they were, to escape.
Bubmin had been wounded, cut, battered, but alive as he hurled himself back into the charging Bokoblins down the broken path to give them more time to set up barricades. His blade, already bloody with the crimson of his kin, flashed and spun.
Then he was gone in a tide of red.
But Zelda could not have mourned, for in her desperate lust, she was already trying to hump the construction worker's muscly arm, completely out of touch with reality.
But they had her. She would heal, in time. Thankfully, Purah was happy to apply any treatments necessary… until her tongue got tired and needed a break, of course.
