Tiny Link / Unaware Giantess Zelda (No Death)
Hyrule Castle-
The throne room of Hyrule Castle stood vast and silent, bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon sun. Towering marble pillars stretched high into the vaulted ceiling, their intricate carvings casting elongated shadows on the polished stone floor. The stained-glass windows lining the walls shimmered with rich blues, purples, and golds, casting colorful patterns across the floor in a grand mosaic of royal heritage.
Link stood alone in the heart of the chamber, waiting. A guard had left moments ago to inform Princess Zelda of his arrival, leaving him momentarily with nothing but his thoughts and the quiet hum of the wind slipping through the open windows. He exhaled, his fingers idly adjusting the strap of his belt. There was a weight to the room, the kind that always came with standing in places steeped in history and power.
Then, a flicker of movement caught his eye.
A tiny, glowing figure darted in through one of the massive windows, weaving effortlessly between the shafts of golden light. Its delicate wings hummed as it spiraled toward him in a playful, erratic dance. Link's brow furrowed as he recognized the small creature— a fairy .
It hovered just inches from his face, pulsing with a warm, radiant glow. The soft hum of its wings vibrated in the air around him, almost hypnotic in its rhythm.
"Hey," he muttered, raising a hand slightly, but the fairy was faster.
With an almost mischievous spin, it flitted around him in rapid loops, its shimmering light trailing behind it like tiny embers. And then, without warning, golden dust began to fall from its wings, swirling around him in delicate, sparkling clouds.
The dust clung to his tunic, his boots, his very skin. He instinctively brushed at his sleeves, but the dust wouldn't come off. Instead, it seemed to sink into him, growing warmer as it did.
Then, everything shifted.
A pulse of energy shot through his body, a deep, foreign sensation that sent a shiver from the base of his spine to the tips of his fingers. The air around him thickened, the world itself seeming to warp and expand.
The room was growing. No—not the room.
He was shrinking.
The stone floor beneath him seemed to stretch outward at an impossible rate, each polished tile expanding into a vast expanse. The towering pillars that lined the throne room swelled in size, their ornate carvings becoming monumental, like ancient relics from a bygone age. The distant throne, which had once been merely a few strides away, now loomed like an unreachable mountain, its golden trim glinting high above him.
The open spaces between the tiles deepened into vast crevices, each crack and groove in the floor that had once been imperceptible now resembling trenches. The very air felt different—thicker, heavier—its presence pressing down on his now minuscule form.
He felt no pain, only an overwhelming smallness as the world transformed around him. The shrinking was rapid but smooth, the surroundings expanding at an exponential rate until, suddenly, everything stopped.
Silence settled in.
Link stood frozen, his breath uneven, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements. The dust had vanished, its strange magic now complete, leaving behind only the sheer, impossible reality of his new size.
He was tiny .
He couldn't have been more than an inch or two tall.
His gaze swept across the vast throne room, his heart hammering against his ribs. It was the same place he had been standing just moments ago, and yet now, it had become something utterly unrecognizable . The once smooth and seamless stone floor was now a seemingly endless expanse of textured ridges and uneven terrain.
The walls of the room stretched up so high they seemed to fade into infinity, their banners hanging like massive tapestries that could swallow entire villages. The ceiling, so distant it barely seemed real, loomed like the sky itself.
A deep tremor rippled through the stone beneath Link's tiny boots, causing him to stumble slightly. The air around him vibrated with an unseen force, a steady, rhythmic pressure that pulsed like distant thunder.
He barely had time to process what was happening before another tremor shook the ground—stronger this time, more pronounced. The steady pattern of the booming sounds sent chills down his spine.
Then he heard it.
A deafening, echoing boom followed by another, and another.
The sound wasn't just loud—it was immense , a force that carried weight, rattling through his tiny frame. It was coming from behind him. Swallowing hard, Link turned.
His breath caught in his throat.
Towering high above him, Princess Zelda was stepping around the far corner of the throne room, her massive form moving with effortless grace. From this angle, she was beyond anything he had ever seen before—beyond comprehension . She was a living, breathing colossus, her movements slow yet impossibly powerful.
As she walked, the very ground shook beneath her. Each step sent another booming shockwave through the air, the sheer impact of her heels striking the polished stone causing Link's entire body to tremble. From her normal perspective, she was simply walking at a leisurely pace—but to him, it was like watching the approach of a goddess.
Her royal gown flowed around her, the deep purple fabric cascading down in waves that now seemed endless. The golden embroidery along the hem shimmered with each step, catching the light in an elegant display of motion.
The dress fit snugly around her chest, pulling against her immense curves, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. To Link, they were enormous, their sheer size overwhelming from his perspective. He had always known Zelda was beautiful, but at this scale, she was beyond stunning—her very presence was mesmerizing .
Her sapphire-blue eyes scanned the throne room, soft yet commanding, framed by long golden lashes. Her expression was calm, but thoughtful, her full lips pressed slightly together as she searched for him.
Even the subtlest shift of her body sent a ripple of movement through her, each detail magnified a hundredfold. Her hair, a flowing sea of gold, shimmered in the light, strands shifting like waves as she moved. The faintest turn of her head or lift of her arm sent waves of energy through the air.
And she was getting closer.
Each step she took brought her towering form further into the chamber, and with each boom of her footfalls, the tremors beneath Link's tiny body intensified. The sound alone was staggering, but the visual of her approach left him completely frozen in place. His mind struggled to take in the scale of her, the sheer difference in size between them.
Then, suddenly, her foot lifted.
Link's eyes widened in alarm.
A massive shadow fell over him as her foot loomed high above, suspended in the air like a great stone descending from the sky. He barely had time to react before instinct kicked in— move!
He threw himself to the side just as her foot came crashing down. The impact was catastrophic to his tiny senses. The sheer force sent a powerful gust of air through the chamber, strong enough to make him roll across the ground. The vibrations rattled his bones, and for a split second, he thought the entire castle had shaken.
He landed hard on his stomach, chest heaving. His pulse pounded in his ears as he struggled to catch his breath, the enormity of what had just happened sinking in. If he had hesitated for even a moment longer, she would have stepped on him without even realizing it.
And yet, she had no idea he was there.
Above him, the towering folds of her dress swayed slightly, her vast form adjusting as she glanced around. He lay in the massive shadow beneath her gown, the sheer presence of her overwhelming.
The fabric billowed gently with her movements, the air around her body shifting like the wind itself. From his angle, he could see the massive pillars of her legs stretching up, smooth and firm, leading to the impossibly vast curves of her thighs.
And beyond that—high above, framed by the dim light filtering through her dress—he caught a glimpse of soft violet fabric.
His face flushed, and he quickly turned his gaze away, the sheer intimacy of his situation overwhelming him.
Then, her voice came.
"LINK?"
It was deafening.
The force of her voice was beyond anything he had ever experienced. It wasn't just sound—it was a physical presence, shaking the very air. He curled in on himself, hands flying to his ears, but it didn't help.
The pressure of her voice sent waves of energy rolling through his tiny form, vibrating through his bones. Even though she wasn't yelling, the sheer size of her lungs made even a simple call of his name feel like an earth-shattering explosion.
Link groaned slightly, forcing himself onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His breath caught as he once again looked up at her towering form, his heart pounding.
Then, she moved .
Her foot lifted slightly off the ground—and then came down again in a small, impatient tap .
The shockwave hit him like a boulder, the floor quaking beneath him.
Then, another.
Boom.
The impact knocked the wind from his lungs.
Another.
Boom.
It was getting closer.
She wasn't stomping, not in the way a giant might in a nightmare—she was simply tapping her foot in thought. It was a tiny, idle movement to her. But to him , it was a powerful quake that sent tremors through the floor, a reminder of just how insignificant he was at this size.
"LINK?"
Her voice came again, this time tinged with impatience.
Another tap.
Boom.
The ground trembled once more, the force of her motion sending a fresh wave of impact through his tiny frame. She had no idea he was right there beneath her, no clue that the very ground she idly tapped against was a battlefield for him.
The ground shook violently as another boom slammed through the air, the vibrations rolling through Link's tiny body like an earthquake. He remained frozen, sitting on the cold stone floor, bracing himself with his hands as the tremors rattled his bones. The sheer weight of Zelda's presence was overwhelming—every step, every movement, every tap of her foot was an unstoppable force to him.
And she still had no idea he was there.
Her massive foot rested near him now, close enough that he could see every detail of it. The fine craftsmanship of her deep purple heels, the golden trim curling in elegant designs along the surface. The curve of her ankle disappearing beneath the flowing waves of her gown, the sheer size of it all utterly mind-breaking from his perspective.
Then—another boom.
The impact hit like a wave of pressure, knocking the wind out of him. His body trembled, his arms quivering as he leaned back slightly, still on the ground.
Boom.
Another tap—this one even closer.
The shock rattled his entire frame. He wasn't just feeling the vibrations anymore; they were forcing movement into his body, making his limbs shake involuntarily. He could barely even breathe without feeling the weight of her existence pressing down on him.
Her foot twitched slightly, her heel shifting ever so subtly as if preparing for another tap—one that would come right down on top of him.
But just before she did—she stopped.
The air remained still. The vibrations ceased. The last tremor faded, leaving only silence.
And then, high above, her voice came down like an unstoppable wave.
"He wouldn't just disappear without reason."
The sheer power of her words slammed into him, washing over his tiny frame like a rolling thunderstorm. Even though her tone was calm, thoughtful, the sheer size of her voice was so overwhelming that it made his entire body tense. It was everywhere —a deafening presence that shook the very air.
Link barely had time to process what she had said before a new fear gripped him.
She was about to leave.
His heart pounded in his chest. He had spent this entire time surviving , narrowly avoiding getting crushed underfoot. But now—if she walked away, he would be trapped here, unable to ever get her attention.
This was his chance. It was now or never.
He forced himself to move, his muscles burning from the sheer force he had endured. His eyes locked onto the massive, unmoving shape of her boot—his only way up.
And he jumped.
His fingers barely found purchase on the smooth surface of her shoe, his boots scraping against the side as he clung to it. The material was sleek, polished, impossibly huge , stretching endlessly before him like the side of a moving wall. He gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into whatever grooves he could find, pulling himself up with every ounce of strength he had.
His arms ached. His breath came in ragged gasps. But he kept going.
The top of the toe section of her heel was just within reach. He climbed, using every muscle in his tiny frame to haul himself upward. The golden trim along the shoe provided just enough texture for him to grip, and with one final desperate pull, he threw himself over the edge—landing on his stomach atop the massive surface.
The world lurched violently as Zelda turned, and Link had no way to stop himself from sliding. The smooth, curved surface of her shoe offered nothing to grip, and in an instant, gravity took over.
He fell .
His tiny body tumbled down the side of her high heel, spinning uncontrollably as the force of her movement sent him into a freefall. The motion was disorienting—his vision blurred, his stomach twisted, and he had no way to steady himself. The polished material of her shoe slipped away beneath him, and for a terrifying second, he felt completely weightless.
Then—he hit something warm .
Link crashed into the side of Zelda's foot, bouncing slightly before rolling downward along the smooth skin of her arch. His tiny hands scrambled for a hold, but there was nothing to grab onto—the gentle curve of her foot was too vast, too smooth. The scent of lavender lotion and warm leather filled the space around him as he slid helplessly toward the front of her shoe.
Then, suddenly, the ground disappeared beneath him again.
Zelda had lifted her foot to take a step.
Link's stomach flipped as he felt his body rise , carried upward by the motion of her massive foot. The air shifted around him, the entire world tilting unnaturally as she moved. His tiny frame tumbled forward once more, the weightlessness making him feel as though he were falling through empty space.
Then, with a heavy thud , he landed directly onto the smooth surface of her big toe.
For a moment, everything was still.
Link lay sprawled across her toenail, gasping for breath. The warm, polished surface beneath him stretched out like a vast, curved plateau, gleaming slightly in the dim light. The scent of her skin surrounded him, subtle yet all-encompassing, the soft warmth of her body radiating beneath him. He had landed just before her foot slammed into the ground again, giving him a brief moment of stillness before everything moved once more.
Realizing he had to act quickly, he began crawling toward the very edge of her toenail, moving as fast as he could. His hands pressed against the smooth, curved surface, his breath coming in short, frantic bursts.
Just as he reached the tip, Zelda lifted her foot again.
Link barely had time to brace himself before gravity took hold.
The sheer force of the lift pulled at his body, the air rushing around him as the world tilted once more. His tiny hands clamped onto the very edge of her nail, his chest pressing against the curve of it as he tried desperately to hold on.
Then—another boom .
The impact shook him to his core, his grip nearly slipping as her foot crashed into the floor again. His fingers ached, his tiny body trembling as he struggled to maintain his hold.
Then—another step.
And another.
Each motion was world-changing to him.
Every time she lifted her foot, he felt himself being dragged upward, the force of the movement threatening to rip him from his hold. The rush of air, the weightless moment of being carried through open space—followed by the earth-shaking impact of her foot hitting the ground. Over and over, the cycle continued, each step she took sending new tremors through his tiny body.
Zelda walked with purpose, completely unaware of the tiny warrior clinging desperately to her foot.
The warmth of her skin radiated beneath him, every slight shift in her muscles sending subtle vibrations through the vast landscape he clung to. Her toes adjusted slightly with each step, the barely perceptible movements causing Link's tiny body to shift ever so slightly on the curved surface of her nail. His breath was ragged, his arms burning from the constant struggle to stay put.
He didn't know where she was going.
All he could do was survive .
Then, after what felt like an eternity, something changed.
A new sound echoed through the vast space around him—a deep, groaning creak of wood.
A door.
Link's body tensed as he heard it swing open, the sound rolling through the chamber like a heavy drum. The air shifted slightly, signaling a transition. He felt the temperature change ever so subtly as she stepped inside—a sign that they had entered a different room.
Then, her foot came down again.
Behind him, the deep boom of a heavy door slamming shut filled the air.
The world inside Zelda's shoe was a humid, suffocating prison. The air was thick with the faint scent of lavender lotion mixed with the natural warmth of her skin, creating an overwhelming presence around Link as he clung desperately to her toenail. The smooth surface beneath him was slightly damp from the heat, the confined space making every slight movement of her foot a world-shaking event.
Then he was in motion.
Zelda shifted slightly, adjusting her foot within the shoe, causing the entire space around Link to quake . The soft skin beneath him flexed, and her toe curled just slightly, forcing him to adjust his grip to avoid being crushed .
Then he heard it.
A muffled, booming sound rolled through the confined space—her voice .
"Where could he have gone…? Hmm…"
Even through the thick material of the shoe, the weight of her words made his tiny body shudder . She was still searching for him, still completely unaware that he was trapped inside her shoe, clinging to the very surface of her big toe like an insect.
Then, the air around him changed.
A shift in the space—subtle at first, but growing more noticeable by the second. The pressure around him lessened slightly as the angle of the world around him tilted .
And then, suddenly— light.
The shoe moved .
A massive opening appeared above him, the dimly lit interior of her shoe giving way to the bright, open air as Zelda pulled her foot free.
The fresh air rushed over Link's tiny form, a drastic contrast to the suffocating heat he had been trapped in. His eyes widened at the sudden change, his lungs drinking in the cooler air as the soft glow of the room replaced the darkened interior of the shoe.
But he couldn't move .
Her foot was still shifting, her skin flexing slightly as her toes adjusted. And then—
Thud.
The massive shoe hit the floor, discarded without a second thought.
But Link was still there.
He barely had time to react before the warmth around him moved again.
Zelda's toes flexed slightly as she adjusted her ankle, causing Link's tiny body to shift slightly along the smooth surface of her toenail. His fingers tightened, his muscles burning from the relentless struggle just to stay in place.
Then—she reached for the other shoe.
Link had no time to react before the world shifted again .
Her foot lifted slightly, carrying him with it, before she gripped the back of the heel and pulled it off.
The rush of movement sent a wave of vibrations through her foot, and for a terrifying moment, Link's grip nearly failed. The smooth surface of her nail provided nothing for him to hold onto—only his sheer determination kept him from sliding off completely.
Then— thud.
The second shoe hit the floor.
Zelda sighed softly, stretching her toes as she relaxed, completely unaware that the tiny warrior she had been searching for was still right there , clinging to the very tip of her big toe.
Then her gaze lowered.
Link froze.
High above, her enormous sapphire eyes scanned her feet, a soft, almost joyful smile forming on her lips as she wiggled her toes absentmindedly.
And Link was still clinging on for dear life.
Then she tapped her foot lightly against the floor.
That was it.
The sudden shock broke his grip.
Link flew .
His tiny body was launched into the air, spinning wildly as he was flung from her foot with an incredible amount of force. To Zelda, it was nothing—an absentminded motion, something she did without thinking. But to Link, it was like being shot from a catapult.
The world around him blurred, twisting as he soared through the air, his stomach turning from the sheer height.
Then impact.
The landing was softer than he expected. The surface beneath him was warm, slightly firm, but giving just enough to absorb his fall.
Link groaned, rolling onto his back, gasping for breath.
Then he realized where he was.
He was on Zelda's lap.
Link lay on his back, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. The soft folds of Zelda's dress surrounded him like rolling hills, the smooth fabric dipping and curving around his tiny frame. The warmth of her body radiated through the fabric, reminding him just how unimaginably massive she was compared to him.
Above him, the world stretched into an overwhelming, breathtaking sight.
His eyes followed the elegant curve of Zelda's stomach, the soft fabric of her royal dress hugging her body before leading upward—to the impossible.
Her breasts.
From his minuscule perspective, they were nothing short of mountains , rising high above like twin peaks covered in a vast expanse of deep purple fabric. The material of her dress stretched tightly around them, the golden trim barely visible from the way it pressed against the sheer size of her chest. Each slow, steady breath she took caused them to rise and fall gently, sending subtle shifts through the fabric.
Link swallowed hard .
It was mesmerizing. He had never seen Zelda like this before— could never have imagined her like this. At normal size, she had always been beautiful, but now? At this scale? She was divine .
His heart pounded.
Then, Zelda moved .
She leaned back slightly, adjusting her posture, and the world around him shifted with her. The folds of her dress rippled gently beneath him as she planted her hands on the bed, her fingers pressing into the sheets as she let out a soft, relaxed huff.
Then, her voice boomed from above.
"I'm sure Link will show up at some point… He always does."
The words rolled through the air like a force of nature, the deep, resonating tones making his tiny body tremble from the sheer weight of the sound. Even though she was speaking softly—thoughtfully—her voice was deafening to him, each syllable carrying a pressure that made his bones shudder.
But his mind wasn't just processing the sound.
It was processing her .
Her relaxed posture, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the faintest hint of a smile on her massive lips as she spoke so casually , unaware of the tiny warrior laying upon her lap. The way her massive breasts shifted slightly as she leaned back, pressing against the fabric of her dress.
Link felt his face heat up.
He clenched his jaw, trying to shake the thoughts away. This wasn't the time for that. He needed to focus .
He forced himself to take a deep breath, exhaling slowly before sitting up. Then, with determination in his step, he stood on Zelda's lap.
The surface beneath him was both firm and soft, the fabric of her dress molded perfectly to her curves, creating a stable yet uneven terrain. The warmth of her body radiated up through the fabric, a constant reminder that he was standing on her .
His eyes traced up her stomach again, following the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.
His hands twitched.
Just one moment.
As he took his first step forward, his fingers brushed lightly against the fabric covering her stomach. The heat of her skin was unmistakable, even through the soft material of her dress. He felt the gentle shift of her breath beneath his fingertips, the slow, steady rhythm of life.
It was intoxicating .
For a brief second, he allowed himself to enjoy the sensation—the surreal nature of it all. The warmth, the movement, the sheer scale of her body compared to his own.
Then, his mind snapped back to reality.
He needed to climb.
Taking a deep breath, Link gripped the fabric of her dress and began his ascent.
The climb was steady, but challenging. Each step required careful balance, the folds of the fabric shifting subtly with Zelda's natural movements. The rise and fall of her breath made the terrain unstable, forcing him to adjust with every inhale and exhale.
His arms burned slightly as he pulled himself higher, gripping onto the fabric like a mountaineer scaling an impossibly vast peak. The scent of her skin filled the air around him, a faint, sweet warmth that only added to the surreal nature of his situation.
Then finally, he reached his destination.
He pulled himself up just below the curve of her breasts, stopping to catch his breath.
Above him, the twin mountains loomed .
The sheer size of them from this perspective was staggering . The fabric of her dress stretched tightly over them, curving perfectly around their immense form. Every slow, steady breath she took made them shift slightly, the rise and fall creating an almost hypnotic motion.
Link gritted his teeth as he started climbing, pulling himself up the smooth fabric of Zelda's dress. The surface beneath his hands was firm yet soft, shifting slightly with her slow, steady breaths. The heat radiating through the fabric reminded him of just how massive she was compared to him.
He wasn't just climbing a curve in her dress—he was scaling a mountain.
Her breast stretched out before him, impossibly large, a rounded peak covered in rich purple fabric. The dress hugged her body tightly, pressing against the sheer weight of her chest, the material shifting in slow, gentle waves as she breathed. His tiny hands clenched the fabric as he hauled himself higher, his boots digging into the soft folds, each step a fight against gravity.
His muscles burned. The slope of her chest wasn't just steep—it was a never-ending wall of soft, warm curves, the sheer size of it making every movement exhausting. The warmth of her body pressed through the fabric, making the air thick, making his heartbeat faster as he climbed.
His face burned as he realized just how intimate this was.
He was climbing Zelda's breast.
It was a thought that made his body tense. He had faced monsters, conquered dungeons, fought against forces beyond his control—but nothing had ever felt as overwhelming as this. The sheer softness , the way her chest moved beneath him as she breathed, the faint scent of her skin filling the air— it was too much.
But he couldn't let himself get distracted.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled himself higher, his body straining as he climbed the endless slope of her chest. The fabric was smooth, stretching tightly around the weight of her breast, making it harder to hold onto. He had to stay focused, had to—
Then, without warning—everything moved.
Zelda stood up.
The entire world lurched beneath him.
Link yelled as gravity pulled at him, his body nearly slipping away as her breast shifted under him. His fingers clenched the fabric with all his strength, his tiny frame dangling as her chest rose higher into the air.
His stomach twisted as he swung helplessly for a moment, the sheer motion knocking the breath from his lungs.
Then, high above him, Zelda's face came into view.
Her sapphire eyes gleamed in the soft light, scanning the room with calm confidence. Her long golden hair framed her perfect features, her lips slightly parted in thought. She looked so peaceful, so unbothered.
Link forced himself to shout.
"Zelda!"
But she didn't hear him.
She moved.
Her first step sent a shockwave through her body, the motion pulling him downward slightly as her breast shifted.
He grunted, trying to hold on.
Then another step.
Her chest swayed with her movements, the gentle bounce massive to him, a slow, powerful shift that nearly sent him falling.
His grip slipped just barely and suddenly, he was hanging by one hand.
His entire body dangled helplessly, swinging slightly with the movement of her chest. He clenched his teeth, his arm screaming in protest. If he lost his grip now, he'd fall—and at this height, there was no telling where he'd end up.
Then, using every ounce of strength he had left, he pulled himself back up.
Step by step, he climbed higher, forcing his body to keep moving. He had to get to the top. He had to find a way to get her attention.
Then Zelda stopped.
The world stilled.
Link was panting, his muscles burning as he held onto the soft fabric of her dress. He had almost reached the very top of her chest, his tiny body stretched over the curve of her breast.
Then she giggled.
A soft, playful sound, warm and teasing.
Link's body tensed.
Then her voice.
"Well… I guess Link will just have to miss out."
The words rumbled through the air like rolling thunder, shaking through his tiny body.
Then she moved her hand.
Link froze as her massive fingers approached.
Before he could even react, one of them pressed into him.
The weight crushed him into the fabric of her dress, her finger pinning his tiny form against the soft curve of her chest.
He couldn't move.
The sheer warmth of her touch was overwhelming. The smooth fabric of her dress pressed even tighter against him as she cupped her breast, gently squeezing the soft mound beneath her hand.
Link let out a shaky breath as her fingers shifted, adjusting slightly as she continued her light, playful touch. The motion was slow, almost teasing, her fingers rolling slightly over the plush curve of her chest.
Then she squeezed again.
A soft moan escaped her lips, vibrating through the air.
Link groaned as her finger pressed harder into him.
The warmth was unreal, the softness beneath him shifting as her fingers kneaded her own breast. His tiny body was completely trapped, his limbs pinned by the sheer force of her own absentminded pleasure.
And still she had no idea.
For what felt like forever, Zelda simply enjoyed herself, running her fingers over the curve of her breast, teasing and squeezing the soft flesh beneath her grip.
Link was stuck.
His tiny form pressed firmly against the smooth fabric, every subtle shift of her hand sending waves of motion through him.
Then she moved her hand again with him attached, sliding it into her dress.
The world darkened around him as the fabric shifted.
Link barely had time to process what was happening before his body was pressed directly against her bare skin.
His tiny body was pressed into the soft, bare skin of her breast, completely enveloped by the heat and smoothness of her flesh. Every slow, steady breath she took caused the surface beneath him to shift, the gentle rise and fall of her chest making it impossible to tell if he was moving or if the world itself was tilting.
And worst of all she still didn't know he was there.
Her massive fingers remained firm against him, the sheer weight of her absentminded touch keeping him pinned against the soft curve of her breast. The scent of her skin filled the air around him, a warm mix of lavender and something distinctly her. He could feel the faintest traces of moisture against him the natural heat of her body leaving behind a slight sheen that clung to him, making it impossible to break free.
Then she moaned.
A soft, slow sound vibrated through her body, a gentle yet utterly overwhelming noise that rumbled through Link like a low thunderclap. The sheer force of her voice at this size sent a shiver through his tiny frame, a deep and warm pulse of sound that rolled through the air above him.
And then her fingers moved again.
She squeezed .
Link gasped as the soft flesh beneath him yielded to the force of her own grip. Her skin pressed against him, molding around his tiny body as she gently kneaded herself, letting her fingers roam across the plush curve of her breast. Every single shift was immense, her lightest squeeze sending powerful ripples through the soft, warm surface beneath him.
Her fingers rolled in slow, teasing motions, exploring her own body with delicate but undeniable pleasure. And Link—Link was caught in the middle of it.
The sheer power behind each movement was staggering. She wasn't groping herself aggressively..no, this was gentle, playful… but to someone his size, every little motion was cataclysmic. He was completely trapped beneath the massive pads of her fingers, pressed and rubbed against the smooth expanse of her breast with no control over where he was being pushed.
And above him, her soft moans continued, each one rolling through the air like a divine, echoing hum.
"Mmmh…"
The vibration of her voice alone sent waves through his tiny frame. His ears rang from the sheer volume, his bones trembling under the weight of the sound. He tried to move, to shift even slightly beneath the overwhelming force of her fingers, but it was useless.
She wasn't holding him. She wasn't gripping him.
She was just… teasing herself. Playing.
And Link was nothing compared to the sheer scale of her casual, thoughtless pleasure.
Then her fingers finally pulled away.
The cool air rushed back against Link's skin as the pressure eased, but he didn't fall.
He was stuck.
The faint sheen of warmth and moisture from her skin had clung to him completely, sticking him against the soft pad of her finger. The sudden movement sent his stomach flipping as the world lurched again, her massive fingers carrying him far away from the warm surface of her breast.
Then motion.
Zelda turned, her body shifting with the graceful ease of someone who had no idea she was carrying a tiny passenger stuck to her fingertip.
Link's breath caught in his throat as the world rushed past him. The sheer speed of her movement, the effortless way she stepped forward—it was like being carried through the sky at impossible speeds.
Then her voice boomed again.
"Mmm… I guess I'll just get comfortable, then."
The weight of her words shook his entire body. Even though her voice was casual, teasing, her size made every syllable a force of pure sound rolling through the air.
Then—the world lurched again.
Zelda laid down, sighing as she finally settled into her bed, her body sinking into the plush mattress. The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the ornate walls of her royal chambers, casting warm shadows that danced around the room.
A playful smile tugged at her lips as she stretched out, letting the tension of the day slip away. Her fingers trailed idly across the silky fabric of her purple dress, the rich material smooth beneath her touch.
A quiet giggle escaped her as she mused aloud, " Well… I guess Link will just have to miss out."
Her voice was light, teasing, completely unaware of the minuscule hero trapped against her skin.
Link, no larger than the tip of her pinky, was utterly helpless. The warmth of her fingertip surrounded him, the ridges of her skin forming an inescapable cage around his minuscule frame. He had struggled, screamed, even tried to pry himself free, but the sheer size difference made any resistance meaningless. Her touch alone dominated his entire world, the soft scent of lavender lingering from her perfumed skin overwhelming his senses.
Zelda, lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly lowered her hand to her waist. The rich purple fabric of her dress shifted beneath her fingers as she gathered the material, bunching it up to expose the tops of her creamy thighs. The movement sent a rush of air over her skin, the cool sensation a pleasant contrast to the lingering warmth of the night. She hummed softly, lost in idle relaxation, unaware of the minuscule figure trapped against her fingertip as she dragged it lower.
For Link, the descent was dizzying. His body was pressed into the soft pad of her finger, the smoothness of her skin beneath him only interrupted by the fine ridges of her fingerprint. He gasped as the world around him shifted, the purple sea of fabric rising and parting like a royal curtain. The air grew heavier with warmth, a new scent mixing with the lavender—the subtle, intoxicating hint of Zelda's natural essence.
Zelda's finger trailed up the inside of her thigh, tracing slow circles as she adjusted her position. The delicate silk of her undergarments came into view, the rich violet fabric clinging to the curve of her body. It was impossibly vast to Link, an expanse of soft material stretching before him like a massive landscape. His struggles renewed, panic surging through him, but to Zelda, his movements were as insignificant as a mere tickle against her skin.
With a lazy sigh, she brought her fingertip closer, pressing into the folds of her panties. The silk yielded beneath the pressure, molding to the curve of her body. Link barely had a moment to react before he was pushed forward, his tiny form sinking into the fabric. The heat radiating from beneath the layers was intense, a pulsing warmth that made his already minuscule struggles even more desperate.
Zelda's touch was casual, unhurried. She wasn't even fully paying attention to what she was doing, only indulging in the simple pleasure of feeling the silk shift against her skin. Her fingertip pressed a little deeper, unknowingly forcing Link further into the folds of her panties. The delicate fabric conformed around him, trapping him in a cocoon of warmth and softness.
For Zelda, it was nothing more than an idle touch, a moment of absentminded comfort. But for Link, it was a battle for breath, a desperate struggle against forces beyond his control. Every movement of her body sent tremors through the world around him, the slow rise and fall of her breathing creating a rhythm he was powerless to escape.
The slow rise and fall of Zelda's breathing created a rhythm that Link was powerless to escape. Every shift of her body, every soft exhale, sent vibrations through the delicate silk that encased him, pulling him deeper into the warmth of her most intimate space. The scent of lavender mixed with something more primal, an intoxicating heat radiating from beneath the fabric, growing stronger with every passing second.
Zelda let out a slow, breathy sigh, her body relaxing further into the plush bedding. The soft touch of her fingertip against her own skin sent pleasant tingles through her frame, a simple, absentminded pleasure she was only beginning to indulge in. She barely noticed the damp heat gathering against the fabric of her panties, nor did she pay any mind to the way her body was responding—her focus was drifting, her thoughts wandering to someone who was, unbeknownst to her, much closer than she could have ever imagined.
Her lips parted as she murmured his name, "Link…"
The word left her in a quiet, dreamy whisper, the sound barely escaping into the candlelit chamber. It was unconscious, unbidden, an echo of the thoughts circling in the back of her mind. She had been thinking of him all day—his presence, his touch, the way he always stood beside her with unwavering loyalty. The weight of those thoughts stirred something inside her, a longing that was only growing stronger.
The soft pad of her fingertip pressed more insistently into the delicate silk, the fabric molding to her touch, pressing deeper against her heat. The sensation sent a slow shiver up her spine, and without thinking, she moved again, her body urging her forward, her breaths growing just a little heavier.
For Link, it was an inescapable force. The damp silk clung to him, pressing against his entire frame with suffocating warmth. He was trapped between her fingertip and the soft, yielding fabric, his world shrinking further as the heat intensified. Each motion, each subtle press, forced him deeper, the sensation overwhelming. He tried to move, to struggle, but her body held him in place, her casual movements far beyond his ability to resist.
A shuddering sigh escaped Zelda's lips as she shifted again, her hips pressing subtly into the touch. A new sensation coursed through her, an electric pulse that sent warmth pooling low in her stomach. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as she savored the growing pleasure, completely unaware of the tiny figure ensnared within the heat of her desire.
The damp silk was no longer enough. She needed more.
With a slow, languid motion, Zelda let her fingertip slip beneath the waistband of her panties, the smooth fabric giving way as she pushed it aside. The cool air against her skin was a sharp contrast to the warmth that had been building, sending a fresh wave of sensation rippling through her. Her breath caught for just a moment before she let it out in a soft, pleased hum.
For Link, it was a sudden and disorienting shift. The pressure of the fabric that had confined him moments ago was gone, only to be replaced by something far more dangerous—open space and the pull of gravity. He barely had time to react before Zelda's fingertip moved again, and he was carried forward, the heat intensifying, the scent around him deepening into something intoxicating and overwhelming.
Then, with slow, deliberate intent, Zelda pressed inward.
A sharp gasp left her lips, her body reacting instantly to the sensation. The warmth around Link became suffocating, the silken walls of her body closing in as her fingertip pushed deeper, guiding him into a space no mortal could hope to escape. He was lost within her, surrounded on all sides by the pulsing, enveloping heat, his body helplessly carried by the rhythm of her pleasure.
Zelda's voice trembled as she exhaled his name again, "Link…"
She didn't even know why she was saying it. Perhaps it was instinct, a longing she couldn't quite place. Perhaps she was thinking of his strong hands, his determined gaze, the way he always stood by her side no matter what trials they faced. The thoughts alone sent another wave of pleasure coursing through her, her body tightening, her movements becoming more fervent.
Zelda sighed, her breath coming slow and heavy as she let her body sink deeper into the plush comfort of her bed. Her thighs parted slightly, her fingers tracing lazy, teasing circles over the damp fabric of her panties.
The heat between her legs had been building steadily, her arousal soaking through the delicate lace, leaving it clinging to her like a second skin. She pressed down, rolling her fingertip over the sensitive spot just beneath the fabric, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
Trapped against the pad of her finger, Link was completely helpless. Every motion ground him into the damp lace, his tiny body smeared against the soaked fabric. The scent of her arousal surrounded him, thick and overwhelming, making every breath feel heavy.
He fought against the pressure, but it was no use—every lazy stroke pressed him deeper, rubbing him against the heat radiating from beneath. His body was slick with her essence, the musky dampness coating him as he was dragged mercilessly along with her touch.
Then, everything changed.
Zelda exhaled a slow, trembling breath as she hooked her finger beneath the crotch of her panties, tugging the fabric aside. Cool air rushed against her exposed folds, a shiver of anticipation running up her spine as she prepared to give herself what she craved. With no hesitation, she guided her finger forward, pressing against the glistening lips of her entrance.
Link barely had time to react before he was pushed into the slick, swollen folds of her vagina. The heat was unbearable, the scent impossibly strong, wrapping around him like a smothering fog. Her soft, pulsing flesh parted effortlessly beneath her touch, welcoming the slow press of her fingertip as she traced along her entrance. He was dragged across the ridges of her most intimate place, his body smeared in the thick wetness of her desire.
Then, with a breathy sigh, Zelda pushed her finger inside.
The pressure was immediate, immense. The tight, slippery walls of her vagina clenched instinctively around the invading digit, squeezing Link in a crushing embrace. The wet heat swallowed him whole, pulling him deeper into the pulsing tunnel of her inner flesh. Every twitch, every subtle movement of her body, sent waves of rippling pressure crashing over him, each rhythmic clench dragging him further inside.
Zelda moaned softly, curling her finger as she explored herself, the sensation sending a delicious shudder through her body. The slick walls pulsed around her, hugging her finger as she rocked it in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. The pleasure built steadily, warm and intoxicating, leaving her breathless as she gave in to the primal need coursing through her.
Link struggled in vain, but the sheer force of her pleasure rendered him powerless. He was completely at her mercy, lost in the throbbing, living heat of her vagina, trapped as she pleasured herself without the slightest awareness of his presence. Each slow thrust buried him deeper, coating him in her essence, the powerful contractions of her body making it impossible to tell where he ended and she began.
Zelda's breath grew heavier, her free hand drifting up to cup her breast, rolling a hardened nipple between her fingers as she arched into the sensation. Her legs trembled, the pleasure mounting with every stroke, her body instinctively tightening around the digit buried deep within her. She curled her finger again, pressing against her most sensitive spots, gasping softly at the intense pleasure that followed.
The wet, lewd sounds of her self-indulgence echoed softly, each slow thrust of her finger dragging against the delicate ridges of her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure shuddering through her body. She gasped as she found a particularly sensitive spot, curling her finger to stroke it again, reveling in the way her insides clenched in response.
Lost in the throbbing embrace of her flesh, Link was helpless against the overwhelming power of her pleasure. Each motion dragged him deeper into the suffocating heat, his tiny form completely coated in the slick wetness of her arousal. The crushing pressure of her vaginal walls bore down on him, kneading and squeezing with each slow, deliberate thrust. The raw, pulsing heat of her body was inescapable, her every shudder and twitch dictating his fate.
Her breathing hitched, her free hand pressing into her breast, teasing herself further as she pushed deeper, desperate for the release building inside of her. Her slick walls trembled, tightening around her digit, holding it in a firm embrace as she rocked her hips into her own touch. Each slow, deliberate stroke sent pleasure rippling through her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she was right on the edge, her body trembling, her mind drowning in the sensation.
Then, with a sharp gasp, it hit her.
Her walls clenched in an overpowering wave, spasming around her finger, gripping it as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook, her legs tensing as she rode out the pleasure, her breath coming in soft, stuttering moans. The pulsing waves of her climax rippled through her, her insides tightening, squeezing, holding onto the source of her pleasure, prolonging the intoxicating bliss of the moment.
Link was crushed in the throes of her orgasm, trapped as her vagina clamped down in powerful, rhythmic pulses, dragging him impossibly tight against her inner walls. The heat, the pressure, the raw, primal intensity of her release consumed him, leaving him gasping, struggling in vain against a body far beyond his control. He was nothing against the sheer force of her climax, reduced to an insignificant speck lost within the throbbing, convulsing depths of her pleasure.
Zelda moaned as the aftershocks of her orgasm sent shivers through her, the tension slowly melting from her limbs. She let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body going lax, her muscles quivering from the pleasure. Her chest rose and fell with deep, steadying breaths as she relished the lingering warmth still coursing through her veins.
With a lazy, satisfied hum, she finally moved her hand, slowly withdrawing her finger from her slick, trembling folds. The pulsing walls of her vagina resisted slightly, reluctant to let go of the warmth that had just brought her so much pleasure. The wet heat clung to her finger, the tightness of her passage creating a delicious friction as she pulled back.
For Link, it was a moment of sheer panic. The powerful, twitching walls refused to release him, gripping onto him with a clenching force that threatened to drag him back, to trap him within her depths forever. As Zelda withdrew her finger, he felt himself being pulled along with it, his tiny form sticking to the thick, wet flesh of her inner walls, caught in the overwhelming suction of her pleasure-swollen entrance.
The slick, parting folds loomed ahead, glistening with her lingering arousal as the cool air rushed in from the outside world. He was so close just a little further, just a little more, and he would be free. But the lingering wetness of her climax held him fast, the last remnants of her orgasm threatening to pull him back inside just as her fingertip slipped free from the tight embrace of her body, pulling him with it.
Zelda let out a soft sigh, her muscles trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure. A satisfied hum vibrated in her throat as she allowed her body to fully relax against the plush comfort of her bed. She barely registered the wetness clinging to her skin, the lazy heat of satisfaction outweighing any need to immediately clean herself. But as she shifted her hips slightly, feeling the cooling slickness between her thighs, instinct guided her next action.
With no thought, no hesitation, she lifted her hand from between her parted thighs, fingers glistening in the dim light of her chambers, coated in the evidence of her pleasure. She brought them toward her mouth, the movement slow and fluid, practiced from countless nights of indulgence.
Link could only watch in horror as Zelda's face loomed above him, her parted lips drawing closer, her warm breath washing over him like a gust of wind. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, his tiny body still stuck to the ridges of her fingertip, slick with the remnants of her climax.
Her lips parted slightly, revealing the glistening cavern of her mouth. A soft pink tongue slid forward, eager and waiting, moisture catching the light as her breath ghosted over her fingertips. The scent of her arousal mixed with the warm, humid air rushing from her lips, and Link felt a deep, primal fear take root in his chest.
He struggled, desperately wiggling his limbs, but the slickness of her fluids held him fast. The sticky warmth coated every inch of his body, acting as a glue that bound him to her skin, refusing to let him go. He was so small, so utterly insignificant, nothing more than an unnoticed speck to the towering goddess before him.
The distance between them shrank by the second, her lips drawing closer, her tongue sliding out further, preparing to taste the sweetness left on her fingers. Link felt his stomach lurch as her warm breath hit him full force, sending a shiver down his spine. The cavernous opening of her mouth yawned wide before him, her tongue glistening as it flexed and curled slightly in anticipation.
A fresh wave of panic surged through him. He was mere moments away from being dragged inside, from being unknowingly consumed by the very woman he had sworn to protect. His body tensed, and with every ounce of strength he had left, he twisted, yanking himself against the sticky hold of her fluids.
At first, the slick warmth held him tight, refusing to release him. But just as her lips grazed the tip of her finger, the combination of his frantic struggles and the slight shift in angle finally allowed him to slip free.
For a split second, he was weightless.
Then he was falling.
The world blurred around him as he tumbled downward, air rushing past him in a dizzying blur. He barely had time to register what was happening before he collided with something soft and warm. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and he bounced once, twice, before coming to an abrupt stop against the supple fabric beneath him.
Dazed, Link sucked in a breath, his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly. His body ached from the fall, but as he gathered his senses, he realized where he had landed—Zelda's chest.
Beneath him, the smooth fabric of her dress stretched over the soft curves of her breast, rising and falling with the gentle rhythm of her breathing. The warmth of her skin radiated through the fabric, surrounding him in a comforting heat that starkly contrasted the danger he had just escaped. He swallowed hard, pushing himself up on shaky limbs, his tiny body still damp and glistening with her fluids as he turned his gaze upward.
Zelda's massive fingers had reached their final destination.
Her lips closed around them, sealing her glistening fingertips in the warm embrace of her mouth. A contented sigh left her as she slowly slid her fingers past her lips, drawing them deeper inside. Her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the afterglow, her long lashes casting delicate shadows against her cheeks.
Link could only watch, frozen, as her tongue slid forward to greet the invading digits, curling around them, savoring the taste. A quiet, pleased hum vibrated in her throat as she sucked gently, the wet, obscene sound filling the space around them.
From his spot on her chest, Link could see every detail—the way her lips wrapped tightly around her fingers, the slight movement of her jaw as she sucked, the soft, satisfied expression on her face. The sight was mesmerizing, terrifying, and deeply intimate all at once.
The wet sound of her sucking filled the space around him, drowning out his own shaky breaths. Zelda's massive lips glided slowly over her fingers, her tongue flicking between them as she savored every lingering drop of her essence. Her expression was one of serene bliss, lost in the pleasure of the moment, entirely unaware of the minuscule man who had just barely escaped becoming an unnoticed treat upon her tongue.
Link trembled atop the soft rise of her chest, his tiny body still damp with the remnants of her climax, still overwhelmed by the heat radiating through the fabric beneath him. Her breast rose and fell gently beneath his feet, each slow breath sending rippling tremors through the ground he stood on. It was an ever-moving surface, making his balance unsteady, but his wide eyes never wavered from the scene before him.
Her fingers slid slowly from between her lips with a quiet, wet pop. A soft hum vibrated from deep in her throat, the simple sound sending a shiver down his spine. Her glistening fingertips rested lazily against her lips for a moment, and then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she lowered her hand, resting it against the sheets beside her.
Link remained frozen, still watching, his breath coming in uneven gasps as the full weight of what had just happened crashed over him. He had nearly been consumed, licked away without so much as a second thought. And she had no idea. No realization, no concern. She had been savoring herself, lost in the simplest of indulgences, completely oblivious to how close she had come to swallowing him down.
Her breath came slow and deep now, the weight of relaxation sinking into her limbs, leaving her utterly content. Her body melted against the plush comfort of her bed, a warm haze settling over her mind. She barely paid any attention to her now-clean hand as it lazily dropped to her side, resting against the soft fabric of her sheets.
From his spot on her chest, Link remained frozen, his tiny body still trembling from the overwhelming experience. The slick warmth of her fluids still clung to him, a lingering remnant of the nightmare he had just endured. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths as he fought to collect himself, to process everything that had happened.
The steady rise and fall of her chest beneath him felt like an unstoppable force, a slow, rhythmic motion that reminded him of just how small and powerless he was in her world. Each exhale sent a gentle tremor through the fabric beneath him, the soft curves of her breast shifting ever so slightly with each deep breath. It was a soothing motion, almost hypnotic—if it weren't for the sheer, terrifying scale of it.
Zelda sighed again, her body giving one final, gentle stretch before settling fully into the embrace of sleep. Her massive eyes, still hazy with the remnants of pleasure, blinked lazily before finally fluttering shut. Her long lashes cast soft shadows over her cheeks as she let herself drift into peaceful slumber.
The shift of her body was gradual, but for Link, it was like standing atop a world that was shifting beneath his feet. The gentle movement caused him to stumble slightly, forcing him to drop to his knees just to keep from being thrown off balance. The warmth radiating from her body only intensified as she settled, her breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm.
He remained still, staring upward at the massive, sleeping face of the goddess who had unknowingly dominated his entire existence for the past several minutes. She looked so peaceful now, utterly unaware of the tiny figure resting atop her chest, still struggling to comprehend his place in this vast, terrifying world.
As sleep fully claimed her, Zelda let out a soft, unconscious hum, a faint smile lingering on her lips as she sank deeper into her dreams.
-End-
Well, well, well! It looks like the Hero of Hyrule has found himself in quite the predicament! Will he manage to get Zelda's attention? And even if he does… how will she react? Danger, mystery, and unexpected twists await!
Don't miss the next thrilling chapter of Shrunken Legends of Hyrule ! Stay tuned!