Moving between a bleak, torn-apart future and 'his own time' had been, for Link, something that took a lot of time to get used to. The fact that he was an entirely different person when he withdrew the Master Sword from its pedestal did nothing to make it easier. The Link of the future was older, mature, stronger. His body was more prepared to face the many threats in that future, but he had to learn his way through his limbs all over again to adjust to all of them. When he spent too long in the future, the same went for returning to being his younger self. Link wasn't sure how to deal with any of that constructive, and he found himself in the weirdest of positions trying to.
He wasn't sure he was ever going to be fully able to make the transition normally. Navigation was weird and the many changes between past and future conjured endless complications, especially once he discovered that he was able to still impact the future in the present through a myriad of actions. There was so much to ahve to watch out for and so much to be concerned about while he did his part to work through all of the oddities that came with this, and he felt it important to do whatever he could to manage these strange demands.
But all of that had nothing on the first time he pulled the Master Sword out of the pedestal, only for nothing to change.
Almost falling over as he pulled up the heavy sword, it took a moment for Link to realize something was amiss, and by then he was falling flat onto his ass, groaning in surprise and having no good idea how to deal with that. "What?" he asked. He pulled the Master Sword up and stumbled forward in his panic. Something had gone wrong, and he had confirmation of all those somethings when he stepped outside of the Temple of Time to discover what was awaiting him: darkness. The swirling, dismal darkness of the bleak future of Hyrule he was fighting against. Ganondorf's tower loomed on the horizon and a lack of life or joy coming from the town square beyond terrified Link, because he stood there nothing but a boy. A nervous, confused body who was suddenly stuck in his future with little idea what he was doing.
He didn't know where to go or what he was supposed to do, but Link began to run. He ran quickly off to wherever he thought he might be able to find some solace and some sense. Epona still answered his song, even if he struggled to climb up onto her, and he rode to the liberated Lon Lon ranch in pursuit of somewhere just to lie low while he sorted all of this out.
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"Aren't they big now?" Malon asked while shoving her breasts right into his face. "Just like you said they would. They're so much bigger, and they haven't stopped swelling with all of this milk!" Malon moaned her way through raw indecency as her fingers tangled in Link's hair and she pulled him in to suck on her breasts. They strained against her dress more than he remembered them doing last time he came by, but even more shocking and distressing than all of that was the fact that she had her hand up his tunic, wrapped around his cock and stroking hard along it. "I don't know you did it, fairy boy, but you've made my dreams come true."
Link had just come here hoping he could awkwardly explain his plight and get a meal while he mentally sorted things out and tried to consult the wisdom of just about anyone. There was no consulting anything now, while he instead flailed under the attention of his face being shoved into Malon's tits while she jerked him off. "Hold on," he said, but she was insistent, pushing tightly against him, forcing him to deal with the presence of something she had no idea how to deal with.
"They haven't stopped producing milk," Malon moaned. "The baby never came in the end. I don't like to think about it. But I've been making milk the whole time, wondering when you would come back." She was senseless. Deranged. Her hand stroked faster sitll along his dick. "You do some growing when you get older, too, but this is such a big cock for a boy your size. Just like my tits were, right?" The redhead was so soft and so sweet even while throwing herself into the most insane of things, leaving Link with no good answer for what any of this was.
There was nothing here that made much sense to Link, and his flailing felt hopelessly pointless as she pulled him in so tight, the insistence and the forceful pressure bringing with it so little sense or normalcy. This was a lot, and it brought on the weirdest of confusions and tensions, a feeling for link to stumble his way through with very little idea how to answer these challenges now. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to deal with any of this?
Malon slipped off of the chair beside his and sank to her knees. "You'll have your dinner, but I need some of mine, first," she purred, grabbing her ample breasts and wrapping them around the cock of the little boy sitting nervously before her. "It's okay. I'm here, you can trust me. I'm a lot gentler than you were." She purred her way through starting up and down his cock with her chest, wasting no time in getting to the core of what she needed now, all with the persistence and chaos of someone who didn't seem to see anything wrong with what she was doing.
"Than I was?" Link asked. He had no diea what that meant, but as Malon leaned up and kissed him, he found himself doing nothing to argue against it. The nervous boy was short enough to be reached for a kiss easily, and he was utterly unable to deal with all of this attention and pressure. Between her tits, his cock throbbed with an aching desire that didn't make a whole lot of sense to him. He was woefully inexperienced with all of this, even if he was very well hung for his age. This just didn't make a lot of sense to him now.
Up and down she worked, ignoring all of his concerns and not caring about a damn thing in the way of her indulgence. She insisted herself upon his cock, firm in the pushes onward she was able to keep him strung out with. The burning hungers kept coming and escalating, building up inside of Link with only one goal in mind, and the pleasure was there for him to lose himself to. Burning attention and hunger continued to climb, and Link didn't understand what to make of a second of it as he fell lower. This was so much, and he was only letting it take him deeper. His inexperience worked to her benefit now as she pushed harder forward, keeping link aching under her touch and making him crave her harder and hotter. She was in control, able to push him to wilder depths of confusion and panic, heating him up with the single-minded intention of wearing him down. Link had no power here, no control against what she was able to do.
"You're going to fuck me again. I've waited for your cock for so long, and maybe this time, you'll make me a mother for real. Then both of you can drink from them at once." With a squeeze of her nipples, Malon sprayed some milk onto his quivering thighs, flaunting her incredibly generous bosom and making him stare in panicked fixation at them. Were they this big the last time he visited? No, something had to be off here. He didn't understand it in the least.
But it felt good. He shook under these growing excitements, the dizzying rush of a passion he continued to slide into, deeper passion and heat keeping him worn down by just how forceful this could all get. He didn't have a good answer against nay of it, his body simply feeding the hunger and the dizziness, sinking lower with each push. Malon knew what she was doing and she knew how to drive him into a state of pure madness now, confusion abounding with more and more pressure. Everything she did preyed harder on his frustrations, all in the name of making him collapse under her touch now.
"Good boy. You're going to cum so much, aren't you? You're going to make a big mess of my tits again. But they're bigger now, and I think I can handle it." She licked her lips, a frenzied sort of hunger carrying her to want more, craving the weird and the bizarre about all this chaos. She was out to indulge in deeper wrongness, to pursue the sloppy chaos that just kept escalating, and she knew she was well on her path now to getting what she wanted out of him. Link didn't stand a chance, and Malon was eager to see how far she could take him down now, insistent and unrepentant.
When Link came, he did so with a mess of noises and panics. "What are you talking about?" he asked, nervous and panicked and lacking any real idea what was happening. His cock erupted, and it wasn't the first time he came, but it was the first time someone else made him cum, bringing on spectacular sorts of pleasure he had no power to fight. This was excessive and fiery, keeping him trapped in an odd state of panic and unraveling need. Hot, sticky ropes of pearly white splattered all over her perky tits, and Link found himself whining and trembling while he was milked all over her tits, left in a wreck of panic and confusion too drained to know how to answer to what had just happened.
"So much cum!" moaned Malon. "Good boy, Link. Good, good boy." She pushed herself upright and took hold of his hand, guiding him to lie on top of the table. 'Now you can have your dinner." She climbed onto his body, her dress fully cast aside so she could straddle the little boy's lap and slam herself onto his big dick. "Yes, so good," she moaned, her head rolling back. "It hurt our first time, but now it's a perfect fit." She leaned forward, shoving her tits right into his face. "Drink, baby. Drink from me all you want while you make me a mother."
With a nipple shoving against his lips and little idea how to handle this, Link just did what Malon wanted. He drank from her nipple in his panicked, dizzy fit of confusion, having no idea what nay of tis was and feeling like he was in way over his head trying to manage it. He was desperate to keep up with the bizarre feelings and their worsening demands, pleasures that forced him to struggle harder to understand any of these individual thoughts, but he didn't have much of a choice here. Obediently, he sucked on her tits and he gave Malon all the attention she wanted, lacking any clear idea how to navigate any of it, but wondering if maybe there was even a point to trying.
Malon worked up and down his cock with brilliant haste and vigor, her speedy slams back and forth leaving little sense behind what she was doing. "So good," she moaned, fingers locking into his hair while she forced him to drink. Warm, sweet milk filled his mouth, and Link began to relax as he drank more of it down, under the sweet thrall of pure fascination and devotion. He had no clear idea how to manage these burning fevers and the bizarre demands they made of him, but he was giving up to them. He had to. The choice was not Link's while he fumbled into deeper commotion and confusion. Malon had him powerless, stripped of focus and sense while he fed into deeper heat now. This was amazing, and he was stuck trying his best to make even a little bit of sense now of how strange this was getting.
The snug pussy wrapped around the young boy's cock kept begging for his cum. Malon was insistent, moaning harder while she took him, her round hips slamming down and her desperation carrying her to need him to give her everything she craved. There wasn't any restraint here, no room for calm or for him to slow down. She had desires, and she demanded he perform to her satisfaction in her every shove onward. This was about making him give her what she craved, and nothing less would do.
"Does my milk taste good?" she asked, her head rolling back and her shoulders shifting about. She jerked from his face only so she could offer him her other nipple. "It's for you. It's all for you! I've been lactating for seven years just so you can drink, and now I want you to enoy yourself. Please, do whatever you want to me. This feels so good!" She wanted something so badly, and even if Link didn't understand fully what that something was, he was completely committed to the desperate pleasure of trying to take this, giving in harder through the pleasures hotter and messier. He didn't understand restraint. He just needed more.
An even bigger orgasm awaited Link when he came inside of Malon. Complete surrender to the crushing spectacle of pure ecstasy and heat brought him something incredible, and he didn't want it to slow down for even a moment. Without restraint, he let himself succumb to these pleasures, groaning louder and accept it as the only way forward, the pleasure that made him need to surrender now. It was amazing, bringing him into the depths of pure satisfaction without much care now about anything but this chance to give in. With a nervous yell, he let go, filling Malon up and sending her into shrieking joy.
"This time will be different! Stay with me! Stay with me and let's start our family. I need this. I need you!" Malon rode him hard through her own orgasm before she finally gave Link a real 'dinner', but then she dragged him up to her room and she left him satisfied all night in ways Link wasn't sure how to feel about at all.
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Kokiri Forest was Link's instinctual, panic-driven goal for somewhere to settle in and maybe understand things. Even if the village wasn't quite as safe as it once had been, he knew he could consult Saria's wisdom. Saria knew lots of things. She was his sure hope of finding any kind of answers and relief, he just knew it. He endeavored to find her, to meet her, and to hopefully figure out what was wrong. Saria always knew. Saria was the one he had to trust.
Instead, Link ended up bent over a tree stump with a tongue buried up his ass.
"I've been waiting to repay the favour," Saria moaned, her lips flush against his ass hole while noisy slurping noises brought to Link's ears the most indecent and strange of spectacle. Her tongue slithered around his rim toying with him but feeding a direct, senseless kind of pleasure that Link could never have imagined. "I always thought this sort of love would be forbidden. Shameful. But you showed me it was right. You made me accept my feelings, and I have to repay you now." She was insistent, more than a little desperate in her speech while she went, but the insistence and pressure was an unflinching push now into everything she was certain of, dead sure of her path.
"Saria?" gasped Link. The girl grew up always looking to was licking his ass hole. He never could have imagined this could even feel good! Her small hand wrapped around his cock and as she pumped it wildly, she brought him a twofold kind of pleasure that served only to further reinforce to Link that he didn't understand his own body at all. His moans were shaky and they failed to fully express anything sensible here. "Saria, please, I need t--there's very serious problems going on."
Saria ignored him. She blew past all of his concerns and his frustrations to keep slobbering on his ass hole. This was all she wanted, all she had been waiting for in the forward push into mad chaos and heat. With every lick and caress, she indulged in him without a shred of care, just the unrestrained fever of letting herself give in completely. Piercing taboo by shoving her tongue up his ass, Saria placed the utmost importance only on rimming Link, acting like she was repaying a debt she'd held onto forever with her steady caresses. She was determined to make him feel better, and her desperate pushes forward fuelled a desire and a heat that knew only hunger now. She wanted this so badly, the pleasure keeping up its pace and forcing sensation into delight.
Link didn't get answers, but what he did get was its own kind of distressing. Pre-cum drooled from his cock while the mad, erratic strokes kept up. It was only fair that she go all out on jerking his cock off with wild abandon when she was also sucking on his ass hole without much direction or care. Steadiness wasn't a concern for her in her sloppy push forward. Everything felt so mad and so wicked already, senseless and deranged and bringing her into a state of pure fascination where all she could really do was admit that she needed to lose herself completely. "Can we talk?" Link asked. he needed to talk. He needed to somehow pull all of this back into some semblance of acceptability.
Instead, Saria clutched his cheeks harder, spreading them apart and rubbing her face in against his ass, devouring him with a gusto so unbecoming of the usually responsible and well composed Saria. This wasn't the friendliness he was expecting at all, and as she worked harder at these mad pleasures, everything felt like it was falling apart for Link, making him struggle and shiver through aching worry, through a pleasure that just wasn't slowing itself down. He needed stability that wasn't coming, finding only the commotion and chaos and grandiosity of breaking down completely. He couldn't fight against this, couldn't do a damn thing to organize his thoughts while every throb pushed her lower.
Link couldn't make sense of all of this, but he didn't have to. This wasn't for him to understand, it was for him to give in to. Saria washed over him like a storm, devouring and stroking and pushing him to squirm his way into pure confusion, unraveling him at the seams without a shred of restraint now. Saria knew how to make him feel good, and she threw everything into satisfying his lusts, into making him feel the brilliant joy and fire of being rimmed to orgasm. She didnt' care if it was slowing down. She just let it happen.
Unable to get anything but a rimjob, Link struggled to deal with this mess, ultimately calling out, "Saria!" in a fit of panic as he came all over the tree stump, his cock ruthlessly milked by her relentless hand and all of the burning pressure she could pay him. It was too much, and Link found it impossible to handle any of it. The impossible-to-fight spectacle pushed him to acceptance and weak, gasping frustration. He just wanted to figure out how he had come to the future in his past form and if there was anything that could be done to fix it.
Pulling back slowly, Saria took down ragged breaths, spit strands connecting her lips to his pucker as she said, "Sit on the stump." She was oddly insistent. "I promise, I will help you figure this out in a moment, but for now, I need you to sit down."
Link still trusted Saria more than anything, so he listened to her, shifting forward and twisting around, sitting himself down onto the stump and trying to brace himself for all of the weirdness and surprises to come.
Saria tugged her tunic up and turned around, showing off to Link round hips and a bubble butt that sank its way down into his lap. 'Wait, hold on, that's not--urgh." Link was cut off by a groan of raw pleasure as Saria shoved her ass down onto his cock and let him fill her snug hole up. This was absolutely not the answer that Link needed. Not to anything. The pleasure was spectacular and overbearing, and Link had no diea how to handle any of it, shaken by the pressure and panic of what she started on with.
But she was insistent. Up and down his cock she bounced, riding him reverse cowgirl style. "Not as big as it was, but that's okay," she grunted. "I've needed this. I've been so desperate to tell you how I feel. The you I really fell in love with, and I... I love you, Link. I've always wanted to be able to be with you." She jerked faster atop his cock. 'Fate has torn us apart, but we can have this. We need to have this." Her hips bounced relentlessly. "Place your hands on my hips. Give me your love. I need all of it."
None of this connected in a way Link could understand at all. Another him? This was getting weirder, but as his hands found her hips and he welcomed the crushing joy of giving in so completely. This was too much, a strange and spectacular rush of pleasures to fall deeper victim to, struggling through all of it without a whole lot of clear direction to help save him from what was coming. He stared at Saria's big ass bouncing in his lap, having no diea what to do with it, but hardly having gone without noticing it before. Now it was just here, on his cock, teaching him that he could stick his dick up a girl's ass too, and that it felt good.
This was a lot to have to contend with, but Link felt like he was able to wrap his head around some part of it, finally. Not all of it. Not enough of it. And this still wasn't helping him at all! But his hands tightened on her ass and he let her bounce faster atop his cock without much care or control, just the burning frenzy and fascination that kept coming. He had to work his way through so many bizarre ideas and feelings, but he was open to the idea, open to the pleasure of giving completely in to this bizarre mess now. The pleasure felt like something truly unhinged, reckless and relentless and making her simply have to give in.
"That's it. Hold on tight. Make love to me." The pleasure continued to build and ache, the pleasure relentless and escalating without much pleasure, the excitement that kept pushing her. Slamming down onto his cock again and again without a shred of restraint or calm, Saria kept up a beautifully wicked pace, deranged pleasures building without sense and forcing her into pure satisfaction now. There wasn't any good way to handle any of this, but there was plenty of sweet, steady satisfaction to give in to, and she was eager to ride out every second of pleasure atop Link's cock.
Turning this into something bordering on romantic helped temper the confusion burning through Link a little bit, making this feel a little saner, a little more sensible, but even still, he was a stumbling mess without much clear idea what was happening or how he was supposed to manage it. he just kept giving in, letting Saria ride him and trying to focus on the wicked satisfaction of whatever this was supposed to be. It felt good, at least. Felt amazing. The pleasure burned p through him with little calm or control to it, just the beautiful heat of giving in so completely, and he didn't care about what he was doing or how strange it was, he just knew he needed more of it.
The throb of his cock and the aching satisfaction of pure bliss brought on pure satisfaction now. This was an amazing feeling even if he didn't understand it still, and he let it push him. "Do I--do I do it inside?" Link asked.
"Yes, cum inside!" Saria howled. Her voice echoed over the trees as she surrendered to these maddest of devotions and satisfactions now. The pleasure felt truly senseless, a beautiful chaos that just could not be contained. The pleasure was absolutely too much, but she was so happy to surrender to it, so happy to fall completely to pieces. She came hard, and as her ass squeezed down around his cock, the satisfaction felt like utter joy, a purity and a fever to give in to completely, completely mad and fiery and beautiful now. As Link's pulsating cock fired off and pumped her full, she relished in the chaos finding the joy she needed and the pleasure sending her into pure joy, into the beautiful fire she craved most.
Link still wasn't much closer to understanding any of what was going on here, but he shook with such eager, ravenous delight that it didn't matter. He held onto Saria, arms wrapping slowly around her, and for one calm moment of control and sense, he felt like he was finally able to relax. He still needed answers, and hoped she would help him find them, but maybe it was worth a moment to relax and enjoy her warmth.
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"We can't have real sex until the wedding, my beloved," moaned Ruto, her long legs wrapping around Link's head and pulling him in tight against her pussy. "Eat me. Go down on me. It's just like you said. I have kept my purity for all these years, just as asked. Now you need to do the same!" She was on about something, but Link had no idea what. Even less of an idea than he did with the other women, which was a fucking accomplishment given how weird both Malon and Saria had been. But Ruto was already a little bit off in the first place, with her beliefs they were engaged. There wasn't going to be a wedding. he wasn't marrying a weird fish girl.
And yet he was completely unable to pull away from this. The nervous boy flailed his arms around madly while the weird fish girl ground against his face, keeping him in place and keeping him locked in. Her pussy definitely tasted fishier than he would have liked, but he wasn't given any choice but to eat her out, struggling through weirder panic and through the persistent chaos and weirdness of pleasures that just kept coming. This was absolutely too much, and its excess brought with it something he couldn't do a damn thing to fight.
For Ruto, though, this was romance. The peak of indulgence. 'You really came back for me," she moaned, tugging on his hair to push against him, offering up a show of some deranged kind of intimacy and excitement. There was a determination behind all of these bizarre ideas, the pleasure keeping her in a state of bizarre heat and panic to keep stumbling into. Excess and frustration and an aching senseless sort of need didn't let up for even a moment. This was just building, coming on without much in the way of sense or calm behind it, every passing second feeling like madder delight to enjoy. She dominated him like it was just what she was meant to do, her concepts of love warped relative to his but her instincts sharply attuned to indulging in everything she wanted.
Confused as he was, Link did his best to lick her pussy and give Ruto what she wanted. He didn't know if he could do anything else, a flailing heat and struggle he fell into weirder pleasure trying to navigate. The aching excess kept her falling into worsening spectacle, into feelings that she just had to accept. This wasn't sensible or restrained, and all of the worries it brought on added a chaos to it that felt completely divorced from normalcy. Confused licks continued without much direction, just the persistent heat and the worry of trying to make some sense now of the burning worry. Ruto was now the third woman eh visited who jumped his bones once he revealed himself to be an eleven year old boy instead of the grown adult they wanted. It made so little sense to him now, but he was unable to deal with this all, a struggle falling into worsening chaos, his thoughts strained under the frustration and heat of trying his best to make some sort of sense of all of this. he was in deep over his head, and his struggles came with very little in the way of sense to them.
"Keep going, my love. My dear." She kept pushing against him, the throbbing hunger and all of these mad lusts coming on without a shred of normalcy to them. The pleasure didn't let up, and all of the steady hunger and fascination continued to escalate, the pleasure to fall into deeper lust against. It was bringing with it so much to have to consider, the acceptance coming on without a shred of calm. Ruto wanted to cum, and as his tongue darted about in steady panic against her pussy, she felt the hungers burn brighter through her, keeping her needing more and keeping the pleasure as tight and direct as it could be. The pleasure didn't leave her any room for reason or calm, but she felt like she was finally in a good space to be getting everything she wanted.
This was a beautiful sort of chaos to give in to, excitement and exceptional lust to accept. Ruto bucked against him, moaning louder, bucking against him with frenzied satisfaction until finally she came with the force of a squirting orgasm all over his face. Link jerked back in panic, but Ruto was still gushing, blue-tinged, clear nectar gushing against his face and leaving him startled. "My love, your tongue is amazing!" Ruto moaned, thrashing around, grabbing his head and refusing to let go. "And now you can grave my ass. It's the closest we can get until our marriage is to be consummated. You need to fill me!"
Ruto twisted around and got onto her hands and knees, sticking her perky fish girl butt up in the air for him. Her hips wiggled sensually about, head turned back and yes fluttering while she stared him down. "Take me. We'll keep my maidenhood intact. Your romantic instincts are so sharp to have thoughtr of that. Please, my ass again. Just like before."
Confused noises were all Link was capable of. He had no clue what any of this meant. It didn't make any sense to him! He had so many questions and concerns but none of them were able to manifest as anything worth a damn as he fumbled his way forward, accepting the situation and the bizarre pressures inherent to them as he guided his cock toward her ass hole, pushing confidently forward and sliding his way into her. He had no other choice now, after all. With a groan, Link grabbed tightly onto Ruto and let whatever this was happen in the light of his hips starting back and forth on pure chaos and confusion. There wasn't anything sensible here now. Not when the pleasures were coming and every burn of confusion tore through him.
He was just a nervous pre-teen boy struggling to handle the sexual demands of fully grown women. It didn't make any sense to him, but Link thrust without much focus or control, just trying to appease the demands of Ruto behind him. "Is this good?" he asked.
"Amazing, my love," she moaned, pressing back to meet him. "I am more ready for you now than before. Surely, my body has grown to accept you!" In her continued delirium and her foolishness, Ruto fixated on the continued insistence of her romantic exploits, of 'destiny'. She kept up the pace of pure fever and delight, excitements to fall deeper into, and she knew o reason to slow down the mad acceptance and excitement now. There was just something so beautifully raw about giving in to this all. The pleasure felt truly beautiful, the erratic depths of a pleasure that had to be given in to, and every step of the way came something utterly chaotic.
Link had many doubts about all of this. Of course he did. This was insane and not constructive in the least, offering him no single moment of sense. But it didn't matter. He had to keep moving, thrusting forward with very little restraint or sense to it. He wanted to feel how good this could all be, how desperately his hungers ached through him. This was beautiful, and every bit of the chaos granted him a chance to fall apart harder. "I'm just trying to--I'm--" He wanted to be back to normal, not to be in charge of fucking Ruto while she called out for more. "I'm just a little boy!"
"Yes, but you're my betrothed, and your cock is always welcome!" moaned Ruto. "No boy has a cock this big. No boy can make me feel this amazing!" Her squeals of fascination and heat carried her further down, the pleasure unrelenting and every throb of hunger through her body making her need more. Ruto was out to get off, and she demanded from Link everything. The pleasures that didn't let up, too persistent and too mad for her to make any sort of sense of now. she needed all of this, and she wasn't able to contain the beautiful spectacle behind all of it. Ruto was ready to give in, ready to ride this chaos out and to feel how deep it could take her now.
Link wasn't getting through at all. All he felt was frustration and confusion while he rammed forward, clumsily failing to make any kind of point and struggling to even understand how this was supposed to come together in a way he could make sense of. Ruto was too stubborn and distant and dizzy to do anything to help him there, and his struggles felt like a desperately futile mess of worries he wasn't making nay progress on. His hips worked without restraint, but his every thrust forward was only further serving to express how pointless this mess had become.
Pointless as it was, eh was at least cumming hard. With a wild gasp and his hips stuttering in the face of this madness, Link felt himself succumb, struggling to deal with the pleasure of giving in so hard, his struggles rewarded with the joy of pumping cum directly into Ruto's ass hole. he called out through the chaos and the haze of it all, wishing he was more stable and more steady, but finding it impossible to contend with the depths of these frustration. He came hard, struggling to deal with it but letting himself give in regardless.
Ruto came hard from this all. "I love you, my husband! Don't delay our vows too long, now. I crave letting you seed me!" She howled her way through frenzied satisfaction, through the chaos and the beauty of giving so completely up. Ruto saw only the joy of mating and this deranged romance, and she was ready to see how far she could take these maddest of fires. All in the name of giving in to him and his satisfaction now. Which was a problem for link, because he realized then that Ruto wasn't going to say a word to him that might make him want to leave her. Another dead end.
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At some point, when answers so thoroughly eluded Link, he only had one option left: to fight. Which was how he ended up struggling his way through the Spirit Temple. He didn't have a choice. With some--but not nearly enough--idea of how to wield the Master Sword at his size, Link cut through the forces in the desert dungeon and even managed to best the final Iron Knuckle at the end of it all. The armour on the powerful, fallen knight fell away in time to reveal the face of the Gerudo leader, Nabooru, but much too late; Link had already found himself so ragged and exhausted that eyes were shutting and his body was simply giving up completely. He collapsed down to the ground as a pair of witches swarmed in on their brooms.
Koume and Kotake had one of the most valuable things the Gerudo could ask for: breeding stock. A man to have their warriors indulge on. A young one, too. good warrior. He was dragged back to the Keep to be used as a breeding stud, maybe for life.
When Link awoke, he was chained up in the keep, stuck against the wall with a panicked pleasure and a sense of pure worry that shuddered across him. "Where am I?" he asked, trying to pull against the bindings. "Let me go!" The nervous boy didn't have his sword and didn't have his bearings, and after having fought through the temple, being right back in the keep as a prisoner did not make him feel better about this.
The cell door slid open, and Nabooru stepped forward. Behind her, Koume and Kotake cackled. "Breed yourself on the little boy's cock, traitor."
"A bitch like you barely deserves more than this."
The cackling excitement and the noisy excitement brought with it a pleasure and a wickedness that didn't feel sensible. Nabooru couldn't stop this.
"Sorry, kid," she groaned. "Really don't meant do this. I'm not in control of myself." That was the only explanation she could give in the midst of pulling his clothes away. Nabooru wasn't in control of her body as she pushed forward and imposed herself upon Link. The pressure of the mind control over her kept her powerless, shoving forward to embrace the utter wrongness of what he wanted, and she felt herself struggling to contend with the pressures of his touch now.
But his tunic came away. Her pants followed. Nabooru pushed Link against the wall in a seated position and climbed into his lap, settling atop him with unrestrained heat. Her body moved without her control quite readily, eager and senseless and settling down upon him without a care in the world for the pressures that she wanted to push on with. "If I could stop it, I would."
Link groaned through the feeling of Nabooru's slick pussy around his cock. "It's okay," he groaned. Something was clearly wrong here, and he found himself struggling now to deal with the utter insanity of these pressures, a persistence and a hunger much too chaotic to really wrap his thoughts around. He'd been through lots of women forcing themselves on him lately, and he found himself ready to at least sort of deal with a woman who at least wasn't actively wanting to force herself on him.
They had that in common, mutually against this but burning with the frustration of circumstances forcing them together. Nabooru's legs locked around the lap of the young boy she sat on, his face shoved into her chest while she bounced on his lap. "Nice cock though," she groaned, trying to keep upbeat about the insane pleasures and pressures that escalated inside of her while she gave in to all of this. So little here made much material sense to her, but determination carried Nabooru's body forward, urgency and chaos leaving her struggling to make even a little sense now of all the things hitting her. She felt like she had to, powerless against the confusions and the worries that got to her so abruptly and with such burning heat. Frenzied lust drove her up the wall, and it became impossible to contain just how frenzied and weird this all got.
"Thanks? Link didn't know what to say. All of this was so much, their abrupt pressures leaving him struggling to deal with the senseless spectacle and chaos of falling deeper, but his body was ready to give in, a struggle and a frustration to give in to hitter, depths of hunger and chaos bringing with them a satisfaction that he wasn't able to ignore. His hands were stuck up against the wall still, the pleasure bringing with it the mad purity of giving in. He had no power here, no control over the weirdness that continued to make him tremble. This was too much, and he didn't have any good power over now. The unrelenting sway of fever and confusion continued to bring with it confused rushes of a heat too persistent to fight, every bizarre ache bringing him into the depths of worry now. He didn't understand how to deal with it, but he was open to the bizarre fire of giving up, learning his way now through pure euphoria and strangeness.
Relentless slams up and down on his lap kept up a pleasure and a chaos much too wicked to deal with. The pleasure burned so bright, so hot, and there wasn't a damn second of reason to save them now from this crushing joy. The pleasure offered something senseless to give in to, the wicked pleasure and fire of pure satisfaction now. There wasn't any calm behind these passions now, just the relentless ferocity and hunger of giving in completely, letting the pleasure carry her to new heights of lust. Greed and fire and pure spectacle brought on a frontier of fever too strange to keep up with.
"Make her pregnant. You deserve each other. Both traitors. Both to be punished!" The witches hissed and cackled while they watched, encouraging the depravity before them. As much as this was a punishment for Link for crossing them, the chance to humiliate Nabooru by making her suffer through having sex with a child offered its own frontiers of depraved delight, a pleasure that kept things messily and deranged, confusion abounding with little sense or control behind it now. This didn't make much sense, but the pleasure was bright, clear, and sinfully forceful. Every bit of chaos and pleasure this demanded came on with less and less restraint to it, just the burning chaos and hunger of something truly unrepentant now.
"Sorry, kid," groaned Nabooru again, but now with less conviction in her voice. Gasping through heat and confusion, she felt herself completely falling to pieces, struggling to deal with the impossible-to-navigate fever of giving up so completely. There wasn't a shred of normalcy to this uncontained bliss now. She came hard, moans filling the air with little sense and much less reluctance than she would have liked, burning pleasure pulsing through her body now without calm or care. She felt amazing, the pleasure sweeping across her without stopping or finding any sense. She just accepted it. All of it. Burning ferocity and fire brought her into depths of pure wrongness and want now, the reckless hunger driving her over the edge and into ruin.
Link gasped out in pure panic as he came. His body was all clenched up and nervous, and the crushing pleasure became a spectacular rush of wrongness to give in to, lost to the passion and all of the worst impulses of the moment. He came deep inside of Nabooru, thrashing against his chains and finding himself impossibly locked in the satisfaction of something that unraveled him at the seams, forcing him to feel the depths of pure confusion in the process. he had no power over it, but he was in too deep to fight these pleasures. There wasn't anything normal to be found here. In the sea of strange pressures that kept building inside him, somehow, this one was the sanest, the easiest to make some sort of sense of.
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"You are filthy," snarled Zelda while she slammed her pussy down against his face. "Vile. Just like him. You're no better than he is." Zelda spat and thrashed about, almost shaking with rage while she shoved down against Link, swelling through the chaos and greed of something utterly unrepentant. You're disgusting. You're sickening!"
"I don't know what's happening," Link pled, but it did him no good. While the adult princess slammed herself down onto his cock, Impa held his hands down. She was silent in her efforts to add on to this harsh mess, shivering through the wickedness of offering no explanation for what she was doing, answering only with physical force. "Please, princess!" His pleas went ignored, as they had with all the other women who had been on top of him, but with Zelda it was different. Partly because she was someone he thought he could trust, but partly because Zelda was so much more hateful and harsh in her approach than he knew exactly how to navigate, struggling to deal with just how harsh she was now.
"I don't care!" Zelda shouted. She slammed herself down onto his cock, forceful and wicked and burning with the pressure of a ferocity that kept Link struggling. With every mad slam forward, she showed off an insistence and a that kept the moment falling further out of focus. She was determined to keep going. "You know. You know, deep inside. And I am not going to let this happen!" She kept forcing herself down, relentless, dizzy, throwing everything into the kind of hazy pressure and confusion that absolutely did not make Link understand any of this, did nothing to make him feel like he grasped what was going on. It didn't matter. With every slam downward, Zelda left him struggling through feelings that she was very insistent about imposing upon him, and his choice in the matter was simply none.
Her pussy squeezed down around his cock. Every bit of insistence and greed she could pay him was something driven by pure fanaticism. She was shamelessly in control now of the pleasures that forced her rougher forward, every impulse and every push on for more coming without mercy now. She occasionally slapped him while he lay there, his struggles unanswered and the pressures coming with little in the way of clam or control. He felt unfocused and dizzy, his struggles leaving him in a state of panic where nothing really made sense now. "Zelda," he said, voice trembling under the weight of pure worry amid her every shove forward. This wasn't sane, wasn't right. He needed her to respond with more than this, but all she offered him was the crushing pressure of something that forced him down lower.
"Blame him, then!" She shouted. "Blame him for everything. Blame him for breaking me. For ruining me!" She shouted harder, throwing her head back and howling through her rage and her hunger, the burning panic of a lustful crash that didn't help make any sense of these efforts. Zelda wasn't trying to. Zelda cared only about having her way with him. "He broke me, and you're going to pay for it. You're going to learn how badly I've hurt!"
"Who is he?" shouted Link. It fell on deaf ears. He was only showed more pressure and harshness, the brutal fevers keeping up their worsening panic, a feeling of confusion and worry to keep falling into, to keep losing ground to. Link didn't have any good way to deal with this now, his body struggling to keep up with things that just kept coming, kept building inside of him. Their wicked-most pressures forced him into the deep end. Nothing here felt right, and the abnormality behind these brutal efforts made him feel completely aimless, the dizzy fevers and frustrations coming without much in the way of calm to them.
Zelda came hard. "Fill me. Fill me just like he did, so I can rub it in your face!" Maniacal chaos and dizzy fire drove her into the strangest of passions, into a pleasure that wasn't leaving any sense behind. Throwing her head back, Zelda let it all go. The orgasm she'd waited seven years for consumed her, and along with it came the squeezing of her desperately hungry inner walls around his cock. Zelda milked a load out of him without sense or restraint, the pleasure just forcing her to give in. This was too much, and everything about these beautiful pleasures left her completely unhinged and panicked. Link came inside, unable to do anything else under all of these feelings, the mad pleasure bringing him to the lows and the depths of sloppy heat he had no idea how to manage.
It felt good, but at what cost? He came inside of the pretty girl who changed his life with the journey she sent him on, but at what fucking cost? Link trembled there, struggling under Impa's continued effort. "Are you going to let me go?" he asked. That earned nothing but derisive laughter. Nothing but the harshness and the chaos of being forced to deal with burning panic and the collapse of all sense. This wasn't sane, but what did that matter now?
Zelda pushed forward atop his body, her knees driving into his arms as she pinned them to the ground and forced her pussy against his lips. "No, of course not. Now clean it out of me. Clean up your mess like a good fucking bitch does, and learn your goddamned place! I am fucking royalty!" Bug-eyed and panting heavily. Zelda was in a different state of mind, a completely detached sense of pure fascination and chaos that left her unable to care about sense or control. She was out to push everything to worsening feelings, a state of crushing ecstasy that didn't let up. "Impa, on him."
"Yes, my princess." Impa let go of Link's wrists and turned around, climbing onto his lap and slamming herself onto his cock, riding him with dutiful attention. Not as vengeful and as angry as Zelda did, but there was something harsh in her approach, too, like she was absolutely not keen on dealing with any of this and wanted to push harder. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to Link still, but it wasn't his choice. Not now. Persistent pressures and fevers forced him to feel the depths of ruin an rage that she could push on with. This was the harshest treatment he could have imagined, a burning attention that left him no room to breathe or think or be calm now.
Instead, he thrashed under the weight of these worries. Pleasure burned through him, and none of it made any sense now. He was in deep, struggling to handle the crushing spectacle and the weight of fascinated heat taking him. His tongue apprehensively pushed forward. He didn't want to eat his cum out of Zelda's cunt, but the choice hardly felt like his now. He had to give in to this all, clumsy pleasure and spectacle bringing him down deep into the worsening heat and fire of a pleasure he had no power over now. This was completely unhinged, and with the weight of it burning through him, he understood little but the need to keep her happy.
"Take it. Take it like the little boy you are. You'll never be anything more than a boy. No matter what you do. No matter who you prey on to feel like a man. You'll never be any better than this pathetic creature you are right now, and don't you ever forget that!" Zelda shoved her pussy harder against his face, using him without sense, vengeful and wicked and leaving Link with very little in the way of any idea how to handle this. He didn't understand it, but he struggled to make any kind of effort to ground himself now. He was giving in harder, struggling to deal with this chaos and wishing he understood what any of this was.
The taste of his own cum was deeply unpleasant. He didn't want it. He didn't want to give in to any of it. That wasn't his choice. His clumsy panics built stranger up while he gave in to all of this, a struggle building hotter through him while the every insistent push and ache of Zelda's body against his demanded more from him. He had to give in to it, losing sight of reason while he fell deeper in, aimless and panicked under the spectacular wrongness that it offered him now. The crushing weight of pure madness left him unable to choose or contain these feelings, every throb across his body demanding this and forcing him to break down. With Impa on his cock and Zelda's most vengeful and bitter ecstasies leaving him struggling to make sense of this, he fell to pieces for her, burning under the weight of her attention and under how good it could feel so completely break down for her.
Zelda rode out another orgasm atop his face, howling all the while. "Yes, lick it. All of it. Every drop. Eat it and learn what you put me through. You'll think twice again! You'll regret this! He'll regret this!" Her spine arched back. She wasn't herself. At least not any view of herself that Link recognized. All while she came. All while she fell to pieces in the maniacal expression of pure greed and fever. Zelda came hard, and her dominance and harshness, with her pelvis crashing against his nose again and again, held Link's focus so tightly that he didn't even remember Impa riding him until he was cumming inside of her.
Zelda still wasn't done yet. Grabbing hold of him, she snarled, "Impa, retrieve it for me." She grabbed hold of Link by the throat and dragged him over to a table. "You need to be given a final taste of your own medicine," she growled. "He ruined everything!" Impa brought Zelda what she was waiting for, and as Zelda accepted it, Impa wordlessly took hold of Link's throat instead, grabbing him and holding him down. Her hand was tighter. More purposeful. she knew how to squeeze the throat of a man without pushing him too hard, and she used all of that knowledge now in gripping him tightly, ready to see these harshest delights through.
Pulling on the harshness to her strap-on, Zelda didn't waste a second in ramming forward, slamming her way up his ass with it and making Link scream. "Now you're my bitch!" she growled, grabbing his hips and feeling him up. "My useless hole. Just a plaything. Does it feel good? Does being a fucking sex object for an adult feel good to you?" There was an entire gear of desperate fire waiting inside of Zelda, ands he pushed now on with brutal chaos to seek it out, forcing Link to deal with how much worse she could get, how ready she was to break him down. Brutal slams forward left no time for thought or for sense. She was out to make sure he learned his fucking lesson, and every bit of chaos and fire behind her bitter thrusts made him have to learn the hard way just how insane this could be.
Link tried to respond, not sure what he could say that might make this better, but he couldn't speak with Impa holding onto his throat, squeezing it and restricting air and blood flow alike. Not crushing anything. She knew how to make someone pass out just from the right application of pressure to the right nerves. She deprived him of enough to make him panic though, his head reeling while pure terror filled her, and she didn't understand how to contain nay of it now. Relentless chaos continued to push her limits, continued to wear at the focus of Link struggling desperately to make any sense at all of these feelings.
Zelda fucked like an animal. Every slam forward forced her way up as his ass and made sure he felt as much as she could make him feel. Pain especially. Pain was always nice. Bursting forward with single-minded greed and the fiery spectacle of trying to make this completely fall to pieces for him, Zelda knew that the more vengeful she could get, the better. This was all about brutality and chaos, and the pleasure could make everything simply fall to pieces. She was out to dominate, out to ruin. It was so easy now. So simple. The steady harshness and chaos she could impose upon him left no time for reason or calm.
There wasn't a single moment of sense or goodness that could save Link now. His cock twitched and ached, the taste of his cum all over his lips, and Zelda's strap-on reminded him with every brutal insistence that he had no power here. He didn't have anything but his most hopelessly lost sense of panic now. It was strange, strained, and it forced him to feel utterly lost. He stopped fighting. he just accepted this. Whatever it was, whatever pushed Zelda to it, could it really be his fault? He was in way too deep over his head now to make sense of it. He was just a little boy. He was just a scared, abused pre-teen who couldn't do a damn thing to save himself from these women who used his body and spoke in bizarre riddles around him.
The most reluctant orgasm that had yet worn Link down took hold of him, a searing ecstasy that made him shudder through pure worry as it took hold of him. he was powerless here, wishing for focus and sanity to prevail while she pounded forward and buried her strap-on into him one final time. He came all over the table, howling in shame while the hands finally let go of his throat. He didn't cry in the face of the pain. He'd felt worst pains on his journey. But this left him defeated like nothing else had, a truly flat and hopeless sensation of pure ruin and crushing worry now. He had no good answer to these feelings, to the worrisome panic of being s thoroughly humiliated. This was too much, and Link wished he could have grasped the finer points of how hopeless and miserable this had all become.
Zelda and Imp finally pulled away from him. He was thrown away. Dumped there, left to rot while the adults moved on, and Link had no idea how to feel or where to go.
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Finding himself back in the Temple of Time, Link grabbed the hilt of the Master Sword. There was one thing he had never tried. In his curious panic, in the mindset of a confused little boy, all he did was run to familiarity. But as he plunged the sword back into the pedestal, it seemed like the only reasonable thing, like maybe the way to find some grasp of normalcy once more to save him from all of this. it was an idea, at least. A possibility. He held tightly onto the strange panic within him while he pushed it down, returning its magic, unsure if anything would happen.
But something did happen. In a wild rush of light, Link returned to the past, but not as he expected to. Standing in the back chamber of the Temple of Time stood not a small child who was not yet fit to wield the legendary sword. Instead, there stood a fully grown man, back in a time he didn't belong in. Link looked at his big hands, at his longer tunic, and then, down into his tights. Down toward an even bigger cock, and with an ache rumbling across his body, Link realized that maybe he had some favours to some perverted women that he needed to repay now that he was the one with the power advantage.