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Chap. 85: Lizardlicker?

Zelda frowned as she dropped prone on the ground with a quiet thump, her eyes wide, nerves singing, body taut…

I don't think it saw me, she thought quietly after a few seconds. Nightmare nickered behind her, and Zelda gasped, squirming backward, uphill, on the grassy rocks, "Come on, Nightmare," she hissed after she'd moved back as far as she could, then turned and rose to her hands and knees, crawling to stay out of sight behind the higher rocks that gathered to the north of the ancient, disused road.

Once she felt safe enough, she rose to her feet at last, and pulled the rope again. She knew Nightmare could defend himself well enough from red Bokoblins, but Lizalfos were an entirely different threat. Smarter, faster, and larger, and they could leap many feet further than the stocky Bokoblin legs could manage. "Stay here," she told the stallion, hoping her recent, decadent activities wouldn't distract the animal, and that it would stay out of sight, safe.

Because she couldn't just leave them there, and she couldn't sneak past, either.

Ride, maybe. She could probably race past the encampment before the Lizalfos she'd seen on the watchtower, a little more advanced and tall, larger, than Bokoblins would usually make, could shoot her. Probably.

But what if there were more than one? She'd just seen one Lizalfos, but that hardly meant it was the only one there. In fact, she'd never see just one Lizalfos anywhere. The green-scaled lizard-folk always seemed to travel in pairs or families, usually at least mates. While it was true she hadn't yet seen them in the skull-shaped rocks like the one below, it would be unreasonable at best, and dangerous as well, to assume that there was nothing else in there.

Besides, there was fire, she realized as she peeked over the tall stones. Smoke, thin and gray but definitely there, curled from the eye-sockets of the skull. Which meant some other creature was cooking, or basking in the heat. And they were right next to the road.

They've got to be removed for the safety of travelers, Zelda thought to herself. And I'm the only one around to do it. I'm not confident I can shoot that watch-lizard without alerting the rest, but I can try, at least… perhaps from that higher vantage?

Slowly, carefully, Zelda crept back down the slope after fixing Nightmare's rope over a branch. It would be able to tug it free if it was in danger, but would otherwise likely stay there, where the grass was plentiful. Once she'd returned almost to where Zelda had first spotted the Lizalfos watcher, the princess moved right, climbing up a narrow slot in the rocks slowly and carefully, wary of the slightest noise.

Lizalfos were not just fast, but also perceptive, she knew.

The warrior-princess eventually found herself on a ledge overlooking the encampment from a dozen or so feet over the watcher's head even as it stood on the tower. She lay on her belly and scooted close, slithering to the very edge to get the best view. Hmm… I still don't see another tower. Is that really the only scout or spotter there is, here? Maybe I should just ride past… but no. Clearly this is beyond most guards, or it would already have been cleared out, it's been many days since the last Blood Moon.

… Even if there's one tonight, I have to try.

She backed away once more, rolled onto her back, and slung her bow there, before rolling once more upward to a knee. The shot would be difficult… but not impossible. The harder part, for her, would not be placing the arrow on-target, but doing so with enough force to penetrate the Lizalfos' scales and skull. That soft spot behind its neck would be easiest, yes, but the timing would have to be perfect, because the Lizalfos was keeping a far more careful eye than most Bokoblins would, turning and scanning the area constantly.

It wasn't even neglecting her area, and at least once as she waited, Zelda had to throw herself backward, out of sight, as it looked up the rocky cliffs toward her.

Her heart skipped a beat when her hasty movement sent one rock clattering down, over the edge. "Hssshhh," she heard from below, "Hyliansss…?"

They speak… I knew that. Still creepy to hear.

But the Lizalfos didn't investigate or sound an alarm that Zelda could see or detect. Fifteen minutes, twenty… she waited, tense, nervous, for half an hour as the sun began to sink below the horizon… nothing.

So she swallowed, and tentatively rose again.

There was a different Lizalfos there, now. They'd switched watch… this one had a yellow crest, and two on either side of its broad head, rather than one more crimson crest down the center. Male, or female? Or just a different clan? There's so much I don't know about the lizard-people.

Bu she didn't have time to learn, not today. The Bokoblin-made bow would not do, nor the common traveler's she'd picked up not long ago. But the long-range, Sheikah war-bow… that would do. She hoped. It had considerably more draw, at least, if not quite as much as the soldier's or knight's varieties that were her strongest. Couldn't hurt with the aim, too, that extra long slot guides the arrow very well. Only this one's armored, so the weak spot at the back of the head is not going to work. Is it bigger than the other, too…?

She couldn't be sure, but Zelda didn't want to waste any more time. She ducked down once more, briefly, as the second watcher gave a quick glance along the ridge-top above her and turned. Not as watchful… but he's moving faster. Damn…

Zelda's first shot soared just past the Lizalfos' head as he turned, for she'd loosed a moment to late. Its head whipped around, serpentine, at the whistling noise… far worse was the second Lizalfos that poked its head out of the skull-rock cave to investigate the clatter her arrow made on the rocks below.

Damn it, Zelda. You're better than that…

The next shot buried itself in the watch-lizard's eye, and it crumbled to the tower-top before rolling once, its tail slipping off to dangle in the air.

The other Lizalfos, the same unarmored, red-crested one she'd seen before she thought, snarled as it dashed into the cave and returned a moment later, a long, bone-tipped spear in one claw. "Hyliansss," it hissed, "Come out and fightss usss, or we killssss your familiesss, too!"

"My family's long dead," Zelda called after she had ducked, and put a hand over her mouth to help muffle the direction of her voice. "So you'll be disappointed, I'm afraid."

"Womansss," it hissed again, softer, "Killsss mate…? We eatsss of your flessssh… We ssssavorsss it… Warm and teender, Juiccsssssy… Come to ussss…"

Then it disappeared. In the gathering gloom, Zelda could not quite tell if it had gone inside, or around. All she knew was that it hadn't looked at her, hadn't spotted her on the ledge, unless it had somehow heard her before. Smart as they were, the Lizalfos probably had connected the dots of the noise, now, with an attacker.

Did it know the ledge was there?

I have to move.

She could see the glow of fire inside the skull-rock now, orange, flickering light, but no other shadows. Ambush it from inside if it's gone, or trap it there if it's inside? Bombs would help, perhaps close off the entrance?

Fearing even the noise of the para-glider's wing ruffling in the wind, she moved on foot, stopping briefly to check on Nightmare, who was sleeping while standing now, before heading further down the foothills.

Zelda reached the base of the watchtower without seeing an enemy or foe, and, though she hadn't yet a good view of the interior of the rock, slipped around it to climb the ladder quietly, too.

From the small fortification, she gathered the fallen Lizalfos' fang and horn, the only remains from its bodily dissolution, but left the bow there, for now. It was better than the Bokoblin one, but if she had to fill the other Lizalfos full of arrows, she'd rather put the wear and tear on that bow than a newer one.

And, from there, she could see just a little more of the cave.

A violet-eyed chest, sealed with foul magics, gave her even more reason to kill every servant of the Calamity present.

A bomb-barrel resting perilously close to the fire would make things easier, if she wanted to risk destroying everything inside.

But no Lizalfos.

At least, not an adult one. Eggs! Those are Lizalfos eggs! They're breeding… definitely a mated pair, then. I… can I kill the children, even unhatched? Would I be a greater monster…?

She couldn't decide, at least not then. But without a desire to blow up any valuables inside, and with no sign of the red-crested Lizalfos, Zelda had little choice otherwise except to climb back down the ladder and move straight toward the entrance. After checking the string on the Bokoblin bow, which was beginning to fray due to a burr at the top notch, and that her knight's blade and Sheikah shield were loose and easy to grip, she moved in closer, closer, quiet as a mouse, silent as the grave…

Zelda froze again.

For the second time in about an hour, she was looking straight into the eyes of the very same Lizalfos from less than fifty feet away, and it didn't seem to see her.

The red-crested creature, bone-tipped spear in hand, was laying on its belly, hind legs ready to launch itself forward, facing the doorway she stood before… and it had not blinked.

She saw no hostility in its eyes, only blank stillness.

It doesn't see me…? Is it blind?

The Lizalfos didn't seem to hear her, either, as Zelda moved slowly, achingly slowly, so her arms started to tremble and shake with the control required as she knocked a red, glowing, garnet-tipped arrow into her bow, one of the ones she had helped craft in times long past. The barrels will ignite from the blast at that range… for intelligent creatures, it's foolish of them to keep two next to their young, and so close to a cooking fire, too.

But her quick reconnaissance had not revealed further valuables, and the lives of the eggs, of questionable value at best, were not worth the lives of Hylian travelers and merchants, not in Zelda's eyes.

Still, the Lizalfos didn't move. Zelda loosed… the Fire arrow struck exactly where she'd intended, and buried itself into the strong muscle at the top of its left thigh, before exploding outward into a burst of flames some twenty feet across. A moment later, the whoosh of flames was drowned out by twin explosions of deafening ferocity. A trio of others, smaller, echoed after to mix with the sounds that echoed off the rocky cliffs and grassy slopes nearby. Cooking oil…? Lamp oil?

She supposed it didn't matter, it was all burning now.

Zelda let the fire rage, as she had limited ability to stop it anyway, for more than an hour as dark smoke roiled, sending a thick column into the sky before the high winds stole it away to the west, blanking out stars in a line.

Eventually, the flames began to flicker and die. They were still burning in spots when Zelda moved in, the bow still taut. The Lizalfos' body had been thrown into the wall on the left, and hadn't moved since, but she couldn't be too cautious.

Nothing. The eggs are gone, a pity, damn… oh well. No food left… the chest is up there and seems mostly undamaged, though the tower's a bit shaky after that… They have such strange skeletons, Lizalfos. Almost wooden. It's almost like- like… "Oh, shit," she whispered, just before everything she saw flashed white, and then dark.

"Link," she whispered, "I… I can't say it, but… but I… you know how I feel… don't you?"

Her Champion groaned and nodded as he reclined against the still-bound bedroll, which he hadn't yet unrolled for the night. His pack lay discarded to the side, while her tent had been set up and prepared first, but Zelda… had little intention of using it, at least not yet.

Link's cock was out, despite his protests that they were too close to a major road, but they had made camp quite late, and she knew no one else would be on the road. At least, not without a torch or lantern to light their way. They would have warning. Besides… she wanted him. She needed to taste him. Ever since the first time they'd made love, she could not get enough. Her father would be ashamed, perhaps. Impa, scandalized… and perhaps jealous. Definitely titillated. Purah, too.

Mipha would be jealous as well, though Zelda was unsure why. She knew of the Zora princess' feelings, of course, but it wasn't like Zelda could not share. She wanted to share!

Just not tonight. They were on the road northeast of Digdogg Bridge, between Upper and Lower Regency Hamlets, and alone, for once, as her regular entourage had been left behind for this particular trip. And she was so horny. That's what comes of reading cheesy trash books, Zelda, she scolded herself without heat as her tongue slipped up and down Link's already wet shaft.

"Tell me," she whispered, eyes looking up into his increasingly hungry, desperate, sky-blue ones. "Tell me how I feel… use the words I cannot, Link… please… It is the same way you feel, I know it. Please, Link…"

His mouth worked. They were so close, the words just forming, when she angled his cock down and put it in her mouth, where it belonged, inside her, always inside her, or Mipha, who he also… he also felt that way about, or even in Urbosa… like her mother's best friend had been able to keep their affair a secret! Hah, not from Zelda. She'd known from the first or second time, she was sure.

Was it a bit weird? Maybe. But Zelda didn't care that Link and Urbosa, Chieftain of the Gerudo, were having sex. No… that wasn't true. She loved the idea, as much as she did that Zelda's own almost-lover, Impa, was now sleeping with him on their rare shared days off, too.

Zelda knew she was damaged in some way, twisted. It wasn't normal for a woman, especially a woman in her position, to want the man she l- she cared for to have so many lovers besides herself. Wanted to join them, to share their lusts and l- l- other feelings. And why was 'lust' the one word she could say, when l-l- the other, was not?

She could say such lewd things, but not that. "I love your cock, Link," she whispered.

It wasn't enough. She did, of course, Zelda adored everything about it: the impressive size, though not too big to hurt (any more), its shape, how clean he kept it, how he used it, everything. While he'd stumbled at first, Link had always learned fast, and now Zelda felt her Champion used his flesh-spear with the same grace he used any weapon: perfectly.

But saying she loved his cock, his body, sex with him, was the closest she could come. She couldn't admit her feelings. Not because she didn't want to, but out of royal necessity. Her father would change things, if she ever said the words aloud, if it became known how she felt. Remove Link as her Champion, perhaps. Have him hung! Maybe he would rejoice, but could she take the chance? Zelda didn't dare. There were too many opportunities, yet, for a possible alliance by marriage. As long as that stayed open, a possibility… she couldn't say it, she just couldn't.

"I love your cum, how it shoots, how it tastes," she whispered again with another lick, before taking the head in her mouth again, "but I can't say…"

"I love you," he whispered back, "Everything… and you… you l-"

Zelda coughed. Her head ached, but damn, that cock of Link's reached so far down her throat, she couldn't stop sucking if she'd tried! It was so good, and she missed him so, and-

And-

Wrecked, mangled remains of a skeleton made of wood and iron, thin, painted paper burning away in an instant. Ruined eggs that were real, running down, dead Lizalfos…

And a sharp pain on the back of her head, which ached as it was pushed roughly against the stone of the skull-rock again and again, rhythmically, as Link fucked her face as he knew she loved, and-

And it wasn't Link, was it?

He was big, thicker than the cock in her mouth, but not that long. And it was bumpy ridged, almost spined in little nubs, which dragged and pulled on her throat, caught on her tonsils and lips as it moved in and out, past her clavicle, and back in, and it was so slimy and-

And-

Zelda opened bleary eyes, one of which seemed to struggle with focusing, her left, which was where she'd been struck.

Two green, scaled legs framed her, and long, equally scaled arms held her head in place from above. Drool dripped down, hot and warm, to splash on her chest. She was still clothed, armored, her weapons were even in reach!

Then why…

Why aren't I fighting against this? Why aren't I killing this Lizalfos, instead of letting it have my mouth…? And… and… Hylia, there's two of them!

Not to Lizalfos. No, as Zelda's eyes focused, she could see there were two cocks springing from it, twisted and then, covered in white nodules like blastocysts, and both slid into her mouth, together still not quite as thick as Link's dick, though about five inches longer, she thought, based on the memory that had come back when she was unconscious, and… and…

Her tongue moved left, right, over…

"Yesssss, Hyliansss," the Lizalfos laughed cruelly, "You likesss it when we usssse you… Calamity claimssss you later, for now we feassst on your flesssh!"

Now that she was awake, Zelda felt horrified, abused. Once more, a monster was having its way with her!

But she could tell it felt good… a Lizalfos was probably unused to a blowjob, as the physiology would be weird from one of their own kind. It was enjoying itself…

And-

And it felt so good, giving it pleasure!

"Moorph," she moaned, hating herself for giving in to depravity again, so soon after… would it fuck her, too? Fill her pussy with those long, thin rods? Dump cum into her, like a whore…?

Zelda tightened her lips, she wanted it, wanted to taste it! Then she licked again, and lifted her hands- she wasn't even bound!- to grab its base, closed her fingers around each shaft together, and pumped…

The response was immediate. Once again, Zelda's head began to pound as it thrust harder, using her more roughly..

And too soon, just as her own body began to truly respond, the Lizalfos hissed, grunted, and its hips burst forward further than it had before, long, clawed feet scrabbling to push further as the pelvis met her face, burying all of both dicks inside her throat, and…

Full. I feel full, and… oddly, not warm, but it's so good, this Lizalfos, this beast, feels so good, and now I… I…

No.

No, I won't, not now, not like this!

Her hand closed around steel, and a buckle came undone. Then, in a spray of lukewarm, cold blood, the Lizalfos' throat was opened to the spine.

It slipped away, fell to its tail as it began to dissolve, and Zelda pushed herself to her feet, doing her best to ignore the thick spray of blood that cut across her arm, her thighs, and thankfully not much else.

She stood… licked her lips. It's not salty, she thought dumbly, surprised, Lizalfos cum actually tastes like… cheese? Sharp cheese? It's not bad…

The princess shook her head, and stood on shaky legs. With a hand on the stone wall to steady herself while she adjusted, Zelda fished out one of her weaker healing Elixirs, and chugged the bottle down as quickly as she could.

Almost at once, the dizziness and pounding in her head began to fade, and once it was more manageable, she picked up the fangs from the newer kill, too. It's spear she left alone, though she took up the bow from its mate, which proved to her that they had been preying on travelers for too long- it was Sheikah-made, nearly the same as her own Phrenic bow.

Inside the chest, finally, she found a bundle of forked, vibrating Shock arrows, and was glad that she'd sacrificed her one enchanted arrow to gain five. The math, at least, made sense in a practical way. And she was finally down the mountains. Mostly, anyway. Now she just had to cross the Hylia.