Link was a little boy in a world made for a man. Now, he was a man in a world made for a little boy, and he felt deeply, deeply frustrated by it. The idea that the people his age he'd once met were now kids was not an isolating thought, but one of infuriating injustice. When those women were adults, they did things to him that left him trembling, perverse, worn down by a lack of trust and an embarrassing fixation on sex, but now in a body where touching them would have been wrong. To touch any of them would have been a nigh unforgivable act built on a foundation of absolute insanity. Amorality. He was wrong if he did any of that. He understood that on a very fundamental level.
But wouldn't they too have been wrong for touching him like that in the first place? That wasn't something that ink could ignore. The women who pushed themselves onto a pre-pubescent boy had not been good. They had been amoral, selfish, forced him to endure strange emotions that he didn't deserve and suffer through bizarre treatments that left him traumatized and fixated on sex, and that didn't seem fair to him. Link felt like there was only one reasonable way to work through what they had done to him, and that was to find revenge. Each of them, for the toll the inflicted upon him and for their amoral violation of his body, deserved that revenge. They deserved to feel what he felt, deserved to be violated by an adult and made to abandon trust.
It was not the fact of a hero. It was the act of a very hurt boy who had grown into a man whose wounds grew with him, and he was going to make sure that he felt the resolution and the justice that everything inside of him screamed to pursue. There would be no other way.
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Malon was the first one to touch him, and now Malon was his first target, who twisted fitfully under the aggression of his touch while he introduced her to strange and shivering sensations, the pressure and the firmness of a greedy indulgence meant to make her lose herself to confusion and frustration. Even petite and only a year or two older than Link had been, her breasts were already pushing against her dress, straining material that she had outgrown, and there was a time where it made a younger Link blush. Now, it induced something more venomous and noxious, with Link hiding away with Malon in the stable, holding her down in the hay and fondling her perky, growing breasts with his bare hands. "Do you want to make them grow even bigger?" Link asked.
Not really knowing what she wanted, most of Malon's emotional response was absolute panic as she twisted nervously on the hay, her dress hiked up, his hands groping her relentlessly, and she wasn't able to deal with the pulsating pressure and twisting heat that this granted her. Fairy Boy was here. He said he was Fairy Boy. He knew everything that Fairy Boy would have, but he was taller, more handsome, and much more aggressive. "How much bigger?' she asked, twisting in uncertainty while he felt her up. She didn't know how to answer his attention or how to pull herself from the embarrassment of his touch.
"So much bigger. And full of milk." He reached into his tights and pulled his cock out. The dick that the fully grown Malon forced herself onto was the cock of a little boy. The long, thick cock of a man was what would take Malon's virginity now, and while his size was intimidating enough, the harshness of a wild, confident slam deep into her snug cunt made Malon shriek with even more panic and worry, the twisting, demanding heat of a shuddering terror that she had no idea how to deal with, but was suddenly awash in the chaos of, struggling harder now to make any sense at all of what he was doing to her.
"Wait!" she shrieked, but her plea fell on deaf ears in the midst of Link's brutal shoves forward. Every inch of him was inside of her, making Malon twist in abject terror and a certainty that this wasn't what she wanted. She clammed up, nervous squeaks and shivering confusion washing over her with vicious intensity as the deep strokes began to wear at her harder, forcing her to deal with the burning heat and worry of what he could do to her. Trembling heat and a burning, hopeless panic swept across her body in waves that she felt like she had zero control over, shaking her head in terror while the throbbing insistence of his every merciless shove forward wore her down harder.
"We need to make those breasts bigger," he growled, letting his hips and their merciless intentions keep her twisting hotter and harder through calamity. "This will help you grow."
There was no escaping the panic that this offered, no pulling herself free from what Link was doing to her now, and every brutal shove felt like a madder expression of wanton panic. "Please," she whined, shaking her head with a desperate and deliriously worried sense that there was simply no good way now to escape this mess. "I don't want to grow." The tremble across her skin felt worse and worse by the second, delirious heat wearing at her attempt to hold onto what was happening to her, every nerve in her body lit up with the terror and the confusion of having to sink deeper. The inescapable desperation and frustration of these treatments brought her something deeply fearful and terror-inducing, but she was powerless beneath him. Link did whatever he wanted to do to her, and she had no choice but to lie there and endure it, snagged in the bizarre and infuriating plight of these relentless feelings.
Link's thrusts were a savage and senseless shove into the worst and wildest of passions. He focused on drilling the snug pre-teen with all of his worst efforts, driven by fanatical chaos and a pleasure meant to fully ruin her. Nothing else would have been acceptable. The greed and the fire driving his hips forward in their savage descent was a factor of pure desperation, of greed and want pushing him to see how much he could get away with and how much more demanding he could be in the merciless pace he set. "You'll like it," he told her. "You'll have big, swollen, milky breasts to wrap around my cock and feed me with. You'll learn to love them." Link felt the vengeance drive him forward, felt the senseless depravity urge him to ruin this little girl and to fuck her up in all the ways he hadn't realized she fucked him up until he was in the thick of this chaos now.
Malon went limp under the attention, letting Link fuck and fondle her in a despondent fit of embarrassment, one that left her slumped in dismay and delirium, overpowered and forced to accept his cock, forced to take his thrusts and suffer through all of it. There didn't feel like any good, reasonable way to pull herself up from this confusion, and the desperate, greedy pressures only forced her down deeper still. His worst left her confused beyond all sense, and she was unable to articulate all the ways in which the embarrassment was taking its toll on her, but she found it impossible to deal with, the relentless fire and frenzy too spectacular to contain. The unrelenting chaos of giving in to this pleasure brought with it stormy frustrations, a burning heat that she didn't want to consider, but which tore itself right through her anyway.
"Fairy boy," she whined, shaking and shuddering through tears running down her face, the panicked throb of worry sending her over the edge now and leaving her truly exhausted under this pressure. There was no containing her dizzy worries and no fighting against how hard she fell, breaking down completely amid Link's deep, insistent thrusts into her. The panic he induced inside of her gripped her tightly, forced her to simply accept this brutal attention and let him do whatever he wanted to her, forcing her to feel the confusion and clumsiness of falling totally apart.
The first orgasm she'd ever been fucked to was one that Malon would never forget. But not in a good way at all. Trembling in worry and surprise, the shivering pleasures ripped right through her, made everything feel stranger, clumsier, like an expression of fanatical chaos and worry that she had no power to make sense of. Link pumped her full of cum, and the quivering worry and panic of what hit brought on the wilder and stranger fascinations of something that burned across her. Malon didn't know how to understand what she felt, but as it tore across her, she found herself feeling the incredible depth of a panic that was probably inescapable. Crushing reality set in fast, and she had no power to deal with how stormy it all became.
Link didn't even waste time after cumming inside of her. He pulled out of Malon and worked his way further up her body, pinning her to the bed of straw below and bringing his cock down upon her chest. Her breasts may have been growing fast for her age, but they weren't nearly enough to wrap around his cock, not that he seemed to care. He grabbed what was there and pressed it against his cock, starting up on a wild back and forth indulgence, grinding up on her without a care for anything but the chance to go all out. "When they grow bigger, you'll be able to wrap them around my cock properly," he said. "This is why you need help making them grow."
This was a terrifying bout of utter confusion for Malon, who lay there awestruck and terrified, having no good sense of how to respond to this attention, but finding that she didn't have much of a choice but to continue taking it. Link's thrusts against her body left her flat and ashamed, wondering how to deal with his attention and the brutality that came with it, but understanding that she didn't have any real means to respond to this. So, she lay there and she tried not to cry while she watched link go all out on her chest.
"Your body is so nice. One day, it'll grow up to be even nicer. Big, milky breasts that you can be proud of. You want that, don'' you?"
"Y-yes?" Malon sounded deeply unsure, but she went along with the callous words amid the growing panic that built up inside of her. She felt so dizzy and nervous about all of this, struggling to handle the commotion and brutality behind everything that he did to her, and Link's worst impulses were getting to her in a worse and worse way by the second, forcing the poor wreck of a girl to just try to avoid his wrath. She didn't know if he'd hurt her, but it didn't matter. There was a pleasure here that needed to be given in to completely, but she stared, enthralled.
Watching his cock rock back and forth, feeling it rub against her skin, induced a lot of things that felt much too complicated for Malon to handle. She was too young and too scared for any of that. The burning insistence of each thrust and every grope against her body simply invoked overwhelming and contradictory emotions. Cum dripped out of her deflowered hole and every ache of weirdness and worry left a distinct sense inside of her that she was powerless here, struggling to deal with any semblance of these volatile heats and what they could do to her, forced deeper and deeper into the panic by the second. It was all a little bit too much, but she didn't have a choice here.
Not when Link was rubbing harder against her, grinding his way toward the vigorous insanity and ruin of wanting to make her his. He bent her will to his own, throwing everything into a fit of chaos and calamity driven by only the desire to despoil her. The mess of commotion and embarrassment induced feelings so dizzily compromising and panicked that she didn't have a good way to handle them. Malon was just dour and down, feeling the embarrassment and the shame shudder through her while every touch he offered her turned into some unwanted sort of pleasure she didn't want to be facing, but which was tearing her apart.
The look of uncertainty and panic in her eyes only made Link hornier. His every shove forward burned with fiercer delight, confident he was leaving a scar and confident he would be making sure that she took his words to heart. "A beautiful girl like you needs big breasts," he continued. The relentless attention he kept paying her chest fucked with her thoughts significantly, but all in the name of fiercer satisfaction for himself. "I'll help them grow." The chaos and the pleasure was just too much for Link to handle, every sinful impulse making him feel like he needed to take this further.
Cumming all over her breasts helped sell that point. With a hot groan, he let thick ropes of sticky cum splatter all over the redhead's developing chest, his head rolled back and his hand pumping along his cock to make a mess of her. "Helping them grow more," he told her, a smile spreading across his lips. It was a sick smile. He knew he was horribly in the wrong here. He didn't care. Everything he felt was a wicked, depraved chance to draw every last bit of value and sense out of her body and out of the damage her future self had done to him. "I'm going to be back to watch them grow," he told her.
Lying embarrassed and confused on the hay, Malon watched Link get up and leave here there to stew in humiliation and uncertainty. Clueless about what to feel, she began to rub nervously at her breasts, smearing the sticky mess he left on her into her breasts, believing that it really might just make them grow better.
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"What happened to you?" wasn't a question that Saria even got to spit out properly before Link ripped her shorts off and buried his face into her ass. She definitely had only meant to ask how he had aged seven years in a matter of days, but as she was shoved forward and pressed up against the stump she sat on to play her ocarina, the insistence of his tongue against her ass hole brought on that same line of questioning in a very different light. She didn't have any chance to ask him though, because he was too busy shoving his face in and getting to work at devouring her with the maddening chaos and delight of someone whose singular thought was of utter ruination.
Link held nothing back in jamming his tongue up Saria's ass the same way she'd once done for him. Or hadn't yet, as it were. He gripped her perky butt cheeks tight and forced his face in with snug delight, kissing the hole and showing a less vengeful sort of appreciation of Saria. Maybe because she'd never really been a 'fully grown woman' in the same way Malon was. Maybe because he had a fondness for Saria that had always been there. It didn't matter; he was a fully grown man now, tonguefucking a Kokiri girl's ass hole, and as he held her hips back and pressed her up against his face, the relentless chaos of his greed and his desire spoke to the molten senselessness of something truly maniacal.
Saria let out a flurry of confused and dizzy noises while she tried to squirm through what Link was doing to her. None of it really made sense, but she felt the lack of choice or control hold her there. "I don't understand why you would..." She squirmed in confusion and panic. Regardless of what he thought he was doing by touching her like this, the net result of his sloppy and ravenous efforts made her feel absolutely lost to the chaos and drowning delirium of giving deeper up to all of this mess. It was too much, and she felt lost trying to handle all of it. Even if Link wasn't being as rough with her, the ugly truth was, Link in any capacity at all was violating her and filling her with confusing thoughts, leaving her to squeak her way through getting her ass eaten for the first time.
And Link loved it. "Because it's so nice," he told her. "Feel good." he pushed forward with burning excitement and a desire to keep this moving, relentless in his desire to feel out all the possibilities taking hold of him. Link didn't care about anything but the desire to keep eating, licking and indulging in the tension he could ignite inside of Saria, relentlessly hammering that one singular idea with each push of his tongue until the forest girl was falling apart. He worked without restraint to make her twist under this tension and panic, to make her moan out for him with each prod and sweep of indulgence and hunger, winding her up for something that he knew could make her lose herself fully.
Saria couldn't wrap her head around having the tongue slithering around her ass hole, but it got her wetter, got her needier, and she felt powerless to fight the unreal satisfaction that continued to wear her down with each press against her. She was falling apart, undermined by the chaos and the worry of what kept pushing her limits, and she just had to accept it as the inevitable rush of what it offered. Her legs shook, and the nervous, squirming panic that kept building up inside of her begged Saria to slide into accepting whatever this was, the chaos and the powerless keeping her falling, keeping her craving.
Squeezing her perky ass cheeks and keeping his tongue committed to utterly ruining this eternal little girl, Link tried to give her the anal sex kink she'd left him with, tried to induce in her that same slider into forsaken pleasures and make her feel the confusion and the heat she'd made him feel. And it was working; he relished in every noise Saria made, every indication that she was gradually falling to pieces under what he offered, and the more he could keep applying that pressure, the more that this unrelenting satisfaction brought him deeper into joy. He wanted to embrace that hunger, wanted to accept the chance to slide into worsening flares of a want greedier and more wicked, and he felt the chaos bend his will toward giving ruin. Nothing could stop him.
Saria's every writhe and ache kept her falling into a deeper confusion and chaos, struggling harder to make any kind of sense of the rumbling, boiling heat that took her down deeper, that made her feel like she was losing all focus and hope. This was a disaster, but it was a disaster pushing her toward release, embarrassment pulsing across her body and forcing her to feel the depths of a chaos that left her conflicted and humiliated. She couldn't handle it, cumming hard under the wild delirium and worry of such an ecstatic rush of pleasure, not knowing how to deal with everything he did to her and finding that the only sensible answer was to fall apart completely.
The embarrassment of a wild and ferocious orgasm tore Saria almost entirely apart, wild moans ringing out and a senseless pulse of chaos forcing her to slump down over the stump, gasping for air and struggling to catch her breath. She felt exhausted and confused, burning with the hazy delirium of someone who had definitely been pushed too far and now didn't know how to handle any of it.
Link knew how to handle it, though, and rising up to his feet, he took hold of his cock and offered her that. "This is going to be a tight fit, but after this, you'll be ready," he told her, and Saria's confusion didn't break until she was already being broken in half.
Ramming his cock as hard and as deep into Saria's ass as he could was the most destructive possible way for Link to go for it. "Your ass is so big for such a little girl," he told her, grabbing her wide hips and ramming his way into her. She'd been eaten out and buttered up, so now it was time to fuck like an animal, to rage on with senseless and beastly excitement through everything he could do to her, and there was absolutely no sense in trying to contain his sinful efforts. Every desperate and mad slam forward rattled Saria, made her body shake in growing panic and uncertainty, driving her body to deal with the merciless chaos of pleasures and worries too calamitous for her to know how to deal with. Link was ready. Shameless.
Confusion and pain hit Saria, the brutal and overbearing treatment of her ass coming without much restraint or calm to it, the building, aching swell of senselessness and chaos simply making everything feel worse and wilder. The idea link could hurt her was not a thought she ever wanted to entertain, an almost unthinkable rush of misery and depraved panic that all wore harder at her thoughts, that ground her down and wore at her focus until it felt like there was damn near nothing left. The confusion and the panic of suffering so deep left her feeling rattled to her core, struggling to fathom how any of this could happen and how she could be so powerless and hopeless. It didn't matter. Link was doing it to her, making her feel worse by the second, leaving her to burn with the shame and the frustration of a delirious strangeness that called out for her to break completely.
"With an ass like this, how can you even want any other kind of sex?" Link continued, goading her into the anal kink he knew she'd one day have, prodding her amid with wild and unrestrained slamming of her ass hole. He wanted to carry this all further, wanted to wear down at her thoughts and force her to deal with the merciless thrill of being ruined. "You shouldn't even try. Just let me fuck your big ass instead." Every smack his palm laid across her deceptively nice ass made Saria gasp and shiver, her loose shorts doing nothing now to keep her round hips and supple rear from him, and everything that Link kept up with had Saria falling to pieces, confused and hopeless but burning with the persistent shame of someone how just couldn't handle it a moment longer. She was giving up hotter, deeper, struggling with the chaos and insistence of what he knew could wear her down, and the only choice for Saria was one of continued surrender.
Link was unstoppable, the pleasure of giving in to this wanton mess building hotter up inside of him, driving his hips forward with shameless, reckless excitement. He wanted to ruin her, wanted to make Saria fall to pieces in the fit of greed that kept him thrusting. The forest air was heavy with confused, pained moans and a burning sense of abject ecstasy, the kind of pleasures that couldn't be helped now. As long as he could keep using her, there felt like nothing to do but keep rolling forward, keep roughing up Saria and fucking her senseless.
The mess of passion and heat that took hold of Saria was simply too much to bear, her snug ass receiving the wild satisfaction and pleasure of giving in hotter and madder, depths of delight and fire proving too wicked and too wild for her to grasp. Link betrayed her trust and plunged her into growing panic and commotion, pleasure and worry that made her fall to pieces under the utter insanity and twisted ferocity of something that she was powerless to fathom, the pleasure that made her completely unravel here.
"I still don't--Link, you're not--I trusted you to..."
"I'm helping," Link growled, keeping up the merciless fire and chaos of keeping this mess up hotter and messier, and he kept her falling to pieces now, throbbing spectacle and chaos bringing with it worsening fever that had him happily falling to pieces, the pleasure and chaos bringing him exactly what he needed. He had to work through these merciless spectacles of raw chaos, the pleasure and the commotion to keep falling into. The pleasure felt almost too much to handle, and the spectacular insanity gave him precisely what he needed now. He filled Saria's ass with cum with punishing spectacle and the senseless, mad fever of tearing her down utterly in the name of pure heat.
Senseless, almost hopeless moans spilled from her lips. Saria felt like she was falling apart, breaking under the pressure of Link's senseless and greedy efforts. it worked. It ruined her. Saria broke down completely, her life hopelessly ravaged by an anal orgasm so good that she knew she was never going to recover from it. The powerlessness held her tightly, and all Saria could do was accept the hopeless throb of senseless confusion and worry that completely seized control of her. She was done, ruined, left with an anal fixation that Link was happy to let stew for seven long years now.
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"If you want our engagement to be special, then you need to retain your purity," groaned Link, whose fingers seized Ruto's head as he pushed his cock into the young Zora princess's mouth, sliding his way forward with the sinful spectacle and fever of someone how wanted more than anything else to take absolute charge over this situation. "It's important that you give your betrothed your body, but only under special terms. We need to make sure your virginity stays intact for our special day.
Link spoke with callous mockery as he flipped around everything Ruto had said to him in her molestation of his body, letting the relentless passion of fucking her hot mouth carry him toward desire and excitement, the fever and the spectacle of a pleasure that felt truly spectacular now. He wanted this, needing it to carry him forward, needing to let the pleasure become too much to handle. His hips worked with greedy delight to fuck her tight mouth, plundering deep into her throat and making the oral virgin sputter and struggle on his cock. She couldn't properly choke as a sea-based being how didn't quite need air in all the same ways, but the struggling noises she made were still a beautiful music to embrace.
Young Ruto stared up in utter panic at the man who would be her husband, who aged so rapidly and who was now taking charge in their relationship, and doing so in a way that she was starting to like. Burning confusion carried her to a strange depth of panic, a heat that made everything burn through her with confusion and worry for what she was doing and how easily she was sliding into this mess. All of it. She stared up at Link with an earnest desire to meet his efforts and let his truth become hers. She wanted to embrace the wild commotion of panic and heat slowly rising inside of her pleasure that made her shudder and struggle through a worsening flare of want.
"Your mouth isn't your virginity. I'm protecting your maidenhood, but I have urges to give in to, and I know you do, too. This is how we can do this together." He played into the manipulative spectacle of weird heat and greedy insanity that kept him desiring the chance to keep shoving forward, burning with the wild satisfaction of fucking her small, snug mouth. She wasn't ready to handle his cock, but that only made pushing forward with such vengeful fever all the more enticing. He wanted to be in control, wanted to wear her down, wanted to make sure that with each brutal second forward. Happy to lead her astray and happy to keep pushing her want to fall to pieces under the commotion and chaos of what he was after, Link felt no shame about leading her astray.
The confusion behind all these feelings left Ruto struggling and uncertain here, the pleasure guiding her down lower into frustration and panic, a heat that she wanted to fall further down into, the pleasure and the heat that kept her stumbling deeper, bringing on a storm of panic and satisfaction all at once. Her hands wandered nervously along her body, and Ruto tried to rationalize these volatile emotions with the senseless sweep of a panic she felt no idea how to deal with or contain. SO much was happening to her too fast, and all of it spelled her undoing now.
But she went allowing with it. Enthralled and wavering under the weight of pure weirdness, Ruto bobbed back and forth, embracing the utter strangeness and the panic of giving in to these stormy satisfactions. She didn't understand how to handle them now, the burning ache and confusion wearing her down more and more, bringing with it pleasures and confusions that all demanded she give up completely. There was no escaping these feelings, the churning sense of panic and erratic frenzy that kept her sliding deeper down. This was just too much for her, the burning panic and excitement of giving in deeper, hotter, until she had nothing left but what she craved most.
Link's love.
He must have loved her! He cared so much about their wedding, about their honeymoon, about her virginity. She refused to ask questions or concern herself with anything troublesome how, simply throwing herself deeper into this spectacular mess, delight and desire pulsing through her and forcing her to fall to pieces in the name of this excitement. Burning delirium and a burning want for more carried her further, keeping Ruto needing more of this and feeding an insatiable desire for more that wasn't letting up for even a moment. The pleasure was ecstatic, unreal, and it all felt like a push into worsening ecstasy now.
All by Link's plan, all to make her bend to the frenzied excitement of wearing her down harder, of forcing the pleasure down harder and deeper, until it was tearing Ruto completely asunder, until she was rocking through the haze and the delirium with no clear way to save herself. He held the control tight in his grasp, forcing the pleasure down deeper and unraveling the poor wreck he had under his touch. Whether too dumb or too naive to do anything about this, Ruto fell to pieces for him, struggling to fathom how link could be anything but genuinely caring and loving to her in this state.
It made it all the more satisfying and wicked when he erupted into her mouth and she seemed to take it as a challenge. Ruto drank down every drop of Link's cum in a fit of panic and confusion, desperate to give up to the thrashing chaos of what hit her, needing this on a level so bizarre and so confusing that she could do nothing but fall further down. Ruto swallowed down his seed, trying to embrace these chaotic thrills, giving herself up to the desire and the excitement of what she needed more, until she felt like she couldn't do anything about it. She fell to pieces, shivering through pure want, through the lust that she desperately sank into.
Not wasting a moment to let her gather herself, Link circled around Ruto and shoved her forward, raising her ass up into the air and guiding his cock right up her hole, making her yell out in even greater heat under the spectacular passions he could lay into her with. "What is this?" Ruto shrieked, whining her way deeper into the utter confusion and chaos of giving up to this mess. She felt fully incapable of handling these pleasures, a heated mess of confusion and commotion that made everything simply fall apart fully.
Driving into her ass, he explained, "This hole doesn't count. This way, we can have sex without taking your maidenhood. That's very important, you think so? We can feel good this way."
"We can feel good this way!" Ruto squeaked, uncritically accepting every word of this, struggling hotter through the weird spectacle and confusion of giving up hotter to this mess, struggling to understand how these pleasures were taking her by storm so intensely, wondering how she could possibly deal with these wild feelings. They were just taking her down deeper, making everything burn hotter and stranger. It didn't need much sense to it, didn't need to make sense. It just needed to feel good, and feel good it did. The thick cock forcing against her virgin ass hole and straining her limits brought her a senseless dizziness and a passion that made everything simply feel right, feel like the burning frenzy and spectacle of a lust she couldn't get enough of now.
Ruto's mental unraveling was downright graceful, built on a singular foundation of surrender and hazy acceptance of pleasures and frustrations ripping through her. It was so easy to simply accept what Link was saying, to buy into the hopeless excitement and plunging weirdness of letting him fuck her senseless and allowing the burning creep of heat to begin taking her, building up without much in the way of reason, the throbbing chaos and commotion that built up stranger and wilder, pushing her closer. She understood what Link said, twisting her thoughts around to understand his mindset and to embrace it, to burn up under the throbbing chaos and strangeness of whatever it was that he wanted, everything he could ask for given form and acceptance now.
But it hurt. The feeling of his thick cock jammed into her ass seared across her, bringing on pleasures and frustrations that wore further down at her understanding of this situation, that robbed her of clarity or certainty in the brilliant and hazy midst of all these emotions that escalated until there felt like nothing left but utter desolation. This was too much, and each step down deeper into the panic brought with it newfound insanity, a spectacular frontier of wrongness and heat that she had to justify again and again in her plunge down into service. But she did. Without hesitation, without worry, she embraced the possibilities and allowed it to set her completely aflame.
"We can do so much together while staying pure. You really love me! You really want us to feel good together. When we're finally married, it will be amazing!" Ruto's every whine and shiver expressed the chaos throbbing through her, the rumbling of fever and fire demanding that she let herself go, and she didn't really care about holding it back. She was in a state of pure euphoria now, falling apart while the weight of these pressures all tore through her, demanding that she break down in their name, and she just had no hope of dealing with any of this mess now, struggling for sense and falling utterly to pieces. The spectacular wrongness and fever of these pleasures made her just need to give in, sending her throbbing through chaos and pulsating heat, through needs beyond sense. It was too much. It was amazing.
"This is how we can have sex until marriage," Link continued, his relentless efforts adding quickly up to the chaotic rush of insanity and fever that had him burning for more. The pleasure was unreal, a spectacular rush of excitement and lust to give him self up to, the pulsating need and senseless chaos guiding him into something unreal and spectacular. He wanted this so badly, and he didn't care about what it took to make happen. He just burned with throbbing, delirious glee, excitement relentlessly searing across his body, guiding him deeper into want and down hotter into commotion. It was everything to him now, and the control he held over this situation was absolute.
All that Ruto could do in the face of this was fall apart, feeling the rush of blissful ecstasy ripping through her as she spiraled into confusion and panic, as every last bit of throbbing heat and haze burned her down to the ground. There was no sense in holding onto this, no dealing with the pleasure. Everything here felt incredible, too wicked and too beautiful to be able to resist. She came hard, an anal orgasm seizing hold of her and inducing wild certainty through the pleasure and the chaos that it offered. He wanted it so badly, the pleasure bringing him into a state of unraveling chaos and lust that couldn't be ignored. He welcomed this all, every last bit of the chaos and the heat bringing him what he needed, and he couldn't possibly handle it now.
Link filled her ass up, and he happily left his alleged fiancée to shiver in the embarrassment and euphoria of what had been done to her. "This is true love," he told her, and left the damage to work its magic.
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A trail of creampied, twitching, fucked-stupid Gerudo warriors all but lined the desert on Link's path through to the Spirit Temple, where he found Nabooru. The woman on his path who, amid all the willing rapists who had violated a child, did so under duress and not her own volition. It was a factor that Link was very distinctly aware of as he stepped in, and as he received the offer from a woman who had never met him before; retrieve the Silver Gauntlets, and she would 'do something great' for him. Gauntlets that Link had already retrieved, leaving Nabooru stunned, confused, but absolutely open now to the strange reality of what she was going to have to do to. But Nabooru was a woman of her word, and she knew exactly what he wanted by the way he looked at her.
Ending up on the floor with a cock in her mouth and lips at her pussy, Nabooru was stunned by just how forward and insistent this was, the burning confusion and chaos of what hit her, the throb of senseless spectacle meant to guide her down and strip her thoughts of all reason and sense. Unrelenting excitement carried her forward, a touch that brought shivering excitement crashing down with her. A man was upon her, thrusting down into her mouth, firmly in control and aggressive, and she welcomed it. Her head worked to take him down deeper, punishing upward in the embrace of chaos and excitement winding her up.
Link was relentless about eating her pussy out, seeking to simply overwhelm Nabooru with pleasure. He held no animosity toward her, no desire to leave any lasting damage. Not being a pre-teen girl but a fully grown woman probably limited his ability to do so anyway. In a way, this felt like the most normal sex he'd ever had, holding onto her hips and eating Nabooru out with a sense of focus and passion that didn't fully express desperation or ruin. He was just set on his path, in devouring her pussy and in thrusting down steadily into the mouth embracing his cock. The pleasure was direct, it was bold, and he felt ready for all of it.
There was no resisting the ruinous thrill of pleasures and desires coming on stranger, bringing her a depth of panic and frustration that couldn't be ignored now. There was too much here to have to consider, relentless chaos guiding her down deeper, and the embrace of utter insanity made everything just feel right. It was a lot, spectacular in its ferocity and in the ways that these feelings could guide her down now into chaos. Nabooru bucked against him, allowing the pleasures to consume her, while all semblance of reason and thought melted further away. It felt incredible, and there was no reason to pretend it was anything else now. The pleasure could carry them further.
And carry them it did, deeper into the dizzy spectacle and delight of giving in to one another. Link felt a moment of actual intimacy here, a fleeting spark of something that helped soothe the trauma and the vengeance, make him feel normal. Was he a little bit intense? Absolutely. But he was earnest, forward, moving without any shame or fear, simply acting on the urgent pleasures and the chaos that guided him down deeper. This was a mess, but it remained a mess he was happy to ride out, and in pursuit of that desire, he felt better and hotter by the second, allowing the pleasure to carry him further down, allowing all semblance of thought to leave him ruined and shaky.
Winding, throbbing pleasure kept them both engaged, going down on one another in an exchange of steady and downright reasonable pleasures. Everything made just the right amount of sense, felt reasonable and good, normal enough to keep everything moving forward. Link welcomed the pleasure, and the Gerudo leader reveled in the attention, until they were both falling happily apart together. Link came in her mouth while he lapped at her trembling pussy, every last bit of the chaos and the frenzy behind these desires feeling better by the second, guiding them down in unison toward pleasures too mad and too wild to be able to hold back. The uncontainable joy that it offered was just too much to ignore. The pleasure was a weird, calamitous mess of excitement to have to give in to. Burning excitement built up fiercely under the pleasure and the fever she needed most.
He wanted more, and he moved to get it, rolling around and pulling Nabooru firmer on top of him. "Ride me," he told her. Simple. Forward. No commotion or ceremony here, just ferocious, excitable fever.
Nabooru clumsily slammed herself down onto his cock. "You know what you want," she said, forcing a smile while taking a steady up and down ride atop Link's lap, ready to give herself up to the wicked excitement of pleasures that had her losing all sense to this ferocious need. The heat and the lust built up with an intense and demanding ferocity inside of her, keeping her wanting to fall further down through these exciting pleasures, rolling with the senseless fire and the commotion without much reason to behave herself or calm down. "I respect that."
Her body's rise and fall captivated link, and he welcomed the excitement bubbling up hotter through the chaos and the spectacle he needed, embracing the chance to fall into deeper desire, needing this pleasure and unrelenting in the urgent needs to keep giving up to all of it. He gripped her hips tightly, watching her breasts bounce atop his lap, a sharply fresh endowment after the young girls he'd been ravaging. Nabooru had a woman's body, the same body she had when she fucked him when he was but a boy. It somehow manifested as the least complicated among all of his trysts, a pleasure driving his hips forward with careless spectacle and a fiery rush of want that didn't feel reasonable or sane now. The pleasure was unreal, and every last shred of this chaos brought him down into a basis of satisfaction and need that felt almost normal in its indulgence and its focus. Calamitous desperation drove her to fall to pieces.
Nabooru just needed some good dick after a bit too long spent waiting. Her frustrations came through in the way she rode him, the way she threw herself into welcoming all of these pleasures. "You're not bad," she moaned. "Big dick, nice enough attitude. Good body. We don't capture enough guys like you, and if my warriors carried you into our cells, I think I'd have to keep you as mine."
Link's hips worked with a pulse of mad excitement at the thought of that, fever and desperation carrying him further on, forward into chaos and frustration, ruinous joys and thrills that all built up stranger by the second. Each moment passing him by felt wilder, hotter, and he just had to accept it, embracing the pleasure and the frustration of giving in completely to these feelings. It was too much, but its excess offered him something distinct and enticing, demanding thrills and passions that he had only to give himself to hotter and deeper by the second, unrepentant in how he moved and how hungry he felt. It was too much, and he wished only for the chance to fall to pieces under it, giving himself to these passions without another second of thought or rest.
The inexplicable rush of greed and excitement he felt in chasing something normal instead of depraved and ruinous brought a lot of strange excitements with it. Every slam upward carried link to want to lose himself, giving in to the ferocious chaos and the pleasures that took him further down, made him want to fall to pieces completely. There wasn't any reason to behave himself or act like he could hold himself together. The pleasure was just unreal, burning too hotly through him to handle all of this, and he needed it, burned for more, welcomed only the chance to come apart.
Cumming inside of Nabooru felt as sensible as any sexual experience had in his entire life, and he plunged into the deep end of filling this woman up, sending her into fitful moans even hotter and wilder. Her noisy expressions carried her into further, hotter delight, but for Link, this was so much normal than it was for Nabooru, which carried him to need only more. The throbbing sensation and chaos had him needing more of this pleasure, a chaotic mess of indulgence to further his lusts, until he felt like he was just going to break down fully.
There was no slowing down and definitely no stopping. Link rolled Nabooru over and immediately began to fuck her in another position, burning with the desire to fuck out his frustrations in this absolutely ordinary situation, to feel something he could cling to and embrace without fear or worry, the unhesitating chaos of giving up harder and hotter. Position after position let him find satisfaction like he needed, a different way forward and a push through wild pleasure to give hotter up to, until he felt like he couldn't handle another second of it. Problem was, the point where he couldn't handle more was much further than the point that Nabooru couldn't take anymore, which led to her completely falling to pieces under the relentless throb and chaos of pleasure and heat too wicked to deal with, an unbelievable rush of pleasure and frustration to now fall completely through under.
When Link was done with Nabooru, he left her lying broken and delirious on the ground, dripping with cum from all her holes and ravaged to a thorough and senseless degree that completely undid her. He left her like that, feeling confident about the mess he left her lying as on the ground of the temple. He'd done his work, and he left her behind with the firm sensation of satisfaction he needed, not giving it another moment of thought, leaving her behind and unwittingly leaving her helpless.
Helpless enough for Koume and Kotake to come pluck up the exhausted woman and take her away.
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"We trusted you! We believed in you!" Harsh and furious and falling apart at the seams, Impa barely held herself on while the Hero of Time proved himself to be anything but a hero, gripping her hair and sharply yanking back on her, his other hand on her throat while he fucked her into submission. "Don't look, princess. Please. Don't turn your eyes to this." She remained resolute even in the utter depravity and chaos of this mistreatment. She wanted to pull herself back from it, needed to stand up for herself and for the princess, but it all meant so pitifully little in this state, all felt like it wasn't worth a single word if she was so powerless against these emotions and their compromising efforts.
Link saved his worst and most vengeful efforts for the princess and her guardian. The most brutal and relentless of all the women who violated him. Zelda was vengeful and harsh, and he wanted to give them something to be vengeful over. Cum was all over Impa's face, leaking out of her ass hole, and with each savage thrust into her cunt, cum oozed out of her from his past thrusts. He was merciless in the chaos driving him forward, trying to keep up with a chaos and a fever that felt truly merciless now, pleasure driving him forward. He arrived in the princess's garden with evil intent in his eye.
Impa offered herself up to sate his vulgar lusts rather than put the princess in danger. That mattered little now; he had Zelda's hands tied behind her back, and had Impa gasping and jerking through shuddering panic, through a confused terror that made everything feel stranger. The worsening chaos and worry hit her harder down, bringing with it a pleasure that she was barely able to deal with this all. she was in a rough place here, a mess of fire and panic that continued to rip her asunder.
There was no slowing down here, just the endlessly relentless and chaotic fever that kept him wanting more. Choking her out and fucking her senseless, he overpowered Impa, knowing he had more stamina than she thought he did. "I remember when you had fangs, but you aren't so scary when you aren't bullying a little boy." Before Impa could ask what, he meant, he squeezed tighter and silenced her, continuing to ruin her and ravage her thoughts, pushing her to a stranger chaos that kept this mess coming on stranger. This was so spectacular and wicked, the pleasure that demanded more delight.
Dumping another load of cum into the defanged Sheikah warrior brought him every bit of the vulgar satisfaction he needed, and he felt Impa collapse in weakening panic as these strange delights built up out of control. She fell apart completely, going limp against his touch, and once he let go of her, she fell off of his cock and dropped to the floor, leaving him free to rise up to his feet and turn his gaze toward the other twisted delights awaiting him. He pulled out and stared over to Zelda.
"Your guard couldn't save you," Link said, striding toward a terrified, wide-eyed Zelda. The young princess didn't understand any of what was happening here, except that her hero had come to her different, his cock glistening with sticky juices and his eyes set with hateful intensity upon her in ways that made her reel with disgust and terror. "Would you like to tell me what a little boy I am?"
"What have you? Why would you--" Zelda didn't have the slightest inclination toward understanding this, but it was all happening with a speed and an insistence intense enough for her to not know what else to do. She stared up at him. "I thought you could be the hero who co--gulk glurk gack gulk!"
Link's cock promptly rammed its way down her throat and sent Zelda into a fit of wild panic and confusion, burning with the unrelenting chaos and fever of pleasures she had no idea how to manage, unable to deal with the chaos and the fever that tore her down now. She was an unwilling wreck finding it impossible to think clearly, but every passing second doomed her down harder, made her stare up in terror and panic at Link in his relentless and greedy use of her body. The savagery he mustered up was something she felt horribly unprepared to deal with, throbbing through her without reason or calm, just senseless commotion and panic. There felt like nothing good here, no sensible way to deal with the pleasures that brought her down lower. It was sinful and low, a desperate spectacle of panic and frustration that made her lose her mind with worry.
Choking and shuddering her way through this utter misery and spectacle, Zelda tried to pull at the ropes binding her hands behind her back, failing miserably in dealing with this chaos and finding it impossible to fight these growing worries and concerns. Molten frustration continued to rip through her at each turn, a twisting mess of confusion and chaos that robbed her of focus and made everything feel weirder, worse. Tears welled in her eyes as her virgin throat spasmed around the invading cock, and every insistence of Link's hips forward madder her feel the sharp panic grow hotter and stranger.
"I'll give you a reason to be such a bitch to me," he growled. "I will ruin everything, but I will ruin you the most!" Link burned with anger and trembling fever. The humiliation Zelda inflicted upon him left him rattled more than all the others, and he wanted to make sure she learned that harsh lesson, wanted to make sure she suffered harder and worse under the molten spectacle of what he wanted to take. He had to regain control, throwing his hips into the mad chaos of trying to destroy her dignity, all in the name of wearing her down, in the name of breaking her thoughts into pieces. Nothing could satisfy Link other than utter ferocity, and there was no reason to hold it back, the pleasure pushing everything to the limit and breaking down sense.
The sounds of Zelda gagging on his cock only thrilled Link harder, kept him burning for the senseless joy found in inflicting abject misery onto her. The princess was under his touch and hopelessly trapped in a state now of absolute panic, a twisting chaos and fascination meant to be her undoing, meant to unravel all of the chaos and panic taking her deeper. There wasn't any reason to hold it back, and even less reason to act like he could contain himself. Behaviour was gone now, and all he really wanted was the chance to destroy her, leaving her desolate and panicked under the burning hate and senselessness of giving up.
Saving Zelda for last had been a good idea, granting Link the chance now to give himself up hotly to these mad satisfactions. He needed to push forward with this, burning for more and finding it impossibly wicked, a wild rush of every bit of the pleasures he wanted more of, and he wanted to burn through this all, merciless, chaotic, bringing with it a pleasure and a frustration that didn't feel real. The unbelievable thrill of pounding madly forward gave him everything he wanted, kept Link thrilled and aching, wanting more of the pleasure he sought and the chance to break her down that pushed her to the limit. This was unstoppable, relentless, burning without reason through wild pleasure now, and he couldn't pretend he could contain himself.
The slap of balls against her chin and the persistent misery kept her burning hotter, strange chaos and fire bringing her deeper into worry and heat, into a confusion that had her more and more worried by the second. Nothing could stop this now, and she felt frozen in the embarrassment and terror of giving in to all of this. She was trapped in his clutches, her headdress torn off and his hands seizing her blonde locks, relentlessly brutalizing her with pulls and slaps across the face. She was powerless under these worrisome frustrations, the relentless fever and chaos that brought on weirder panic, forcing this mess down into the worrisome fire and worry, a pleasure and a fire that wanted her to keep going, keeping up the spectacular rush of weirdness and heat that didn't let up.
The tears didn't stop flowing. The betrayal and the pain hurt more than the physical sensations did, but the rush of physical pain still left her struggling and scrambling, worried about how to handle these worrisome pressures, a chaos that kept her falling further and further down. She felt lost to this treatment, a twisting terror and heat to keep falling into. Link held nothing back, and he kept up the relentless joy of letting go, pushing Zelda to a worsening state and keeping her powerless, lost to the frustration and the panic of giving up fully, until all she could do was completely break down now.
Pumping his load down her throat gave Link what he needed, primal groans from the disgraced hero ringing out as he fed his load directly down, holding his cock there a moment longer so she could continue to choke and panic and shudder. Then, he yanked back and began to smack her back and forth with his cock. "What do you say now?'
"Please stop!" bawled Zelda. "Please! I haven't done anything. I just wanted to save Hyrule. Why are you doing this?" She was powerless here, misery swelling hotter through her, pushing her into a weirder state, and she was trapped in a bizarre state of ferocious confusion and heat. "I'll do anything you want if you just go."
"I can't do that," Link told her. "You'll understand one day, but for now, you have to suffer like I did."
Link shoved the princess onto the ground, face-down and ass-up, her dress getting ripped open and his cock shoving its way madly forward, clumsily down into her backdoor to claim her ass just like she claimed his. His cock was bigger than her strap-on had been, which felt like a righteous form of justice as he forced his way in, powerful and wicked under the merciless fire that kept him wanting only more. There wasn't any reason to hold himself back in the face of these beautiful feelings, thrills demanding only that he keep going, and he welcomed it all. There was a very singular insistence to these passions, and he wanted to make sure it counted.
Zelda's cries turned into screams as her virgin ass hole was torn open. "No! It hurts!" she howled, but what good was that?
"It will keep hurting. It will hurt forever." He wanted to keep going, throwing everything further along in the face of chaos and fire. There wasn't any good reason to hold himself to any reasonable standard now. He was out for delight and fire, for the indulgence and chaos of wanting only to keep going. Leaning over Zelda, he began to caress her hair and brush the tears from her eyes, cruelly mocking her while he plundered her ass. "I'm going to take your cunt, too, when I'm done. I'm going to have your body every way I can, and when I'm finished with you, you will understand everything."
The brutality of every slam forward kept Link burning hotter, kept him recklessly plundering the young princess, railing her tight ass and letting her narrow hips the landing pad for his every crash forward. He didn't care how rough he was, didn't care about holding himself to any sort of decent or reasonable standard. He only wanted to destroy and to ruin, ravaging her harder, forcing her to feel like she couldn't take any more of this, and the thrills of carrying on harder only brought him greater delight. He'd ruin her. He'd destroy her. He would fill her with all the hate she would hold for him in the future, because that was the only way to set things right and get in turn what he needed.
Sobbing and yelling and struggling to even begin to contain herself, Zelda felt nothing but agony here. No pleasure, no relief. Just pain and misery. The hopeless reality that tore her apart was one meant to be her undoing, and the only way forward was one through complete depravity and chaos. There was no reason to hold it back, but he felt himself ready for it, the chaos and the heat building up with ruinous efforts and a need to break her apart completely. This was all he cared about, wanting to destroy. Needing to despoil.
Impa looked on exhausted and powerless, trembling to make any sense at all of the worrisome pressures that held onto her, trembling despair and delirium leaving her wishing she could do anything to stop this. She felt like a failure, like a miserably useless woman who hadn't been able to do anything to make this better. She was tired. Exhausted. Miserable. Impa had only one task, and it hadn't meant anything in the end. The agonized sounds Zelda made all wore harder at Impa, plunging her into the kind of misery and chaos she felt like she had no good way to deal with, just relentless burning and hazy heat sweeping across her now.
But it wasn't as bad as what Zelda had to feel, as the pain swelled through her and miserable wailing kept flowing. She was under a lot of pressure here, misery and panic burning her up from within. hate churned inside of her, her body refusing to feel pleasure and refusing to accept the spectacular insanity that continued to pulse through her. The misery that continued to push her brought her something worsening, frustrating, bringing her into a panic she was unable to deal with, struggling to handle these feelings but wanting to keep chasing more of it. The need to keep giving in came on wilder and fiercer, strange bliss carrying her to keep wanting more, and there felt like no good reason to hold back these pleasures now. It was amazing and forward, the mad euphoria of only wanting more.
The unrelenting chaos behind every slam forward built up stranger, messier feelings. There was no good way to deal with these feelings or handle the ferocious pressure behind all of it. There was only collapse. Frustration. The commotion and raw panic of giving up completely until the only thing left was absolute madness. Zelda churned with senseless misery, with sensations she didn't know how to handle and emotions she never wanted to. All of it fed closer and closer toward ruin, and toward a spectacular rush of panic and heat that ripped her completely asunder. She had no power here, no control over this mess. She just gave in and gave up fully to it.
It didn't master how much she tried to keep under control. She fell apart. An orgasm tore through Zelda, leaving her even more bitter and humiliated, screaming out with pleasure tearing through the agony no matter how badly she wanted to fight it, and she couldn't do anything to stop these feelings now, simply breaking down under the weight of a spectacular weirdness and heat that she felt no power over. This was too much. Too wild. She needed to do something to prevent this, but she couldn't. Not now.
"There we are. You love it, you little whore." Link waited until this moment to finally call her an insult like that, a moment when he could slam forward and pump her ass full of cum, a moment where her body was responding to a mad, senseless orgasm that completely undid her, and there felt like nothing to do but embrace all of this. It would do the most damage here, and he knew it held power, knew it would leave scars, and he needed only to keep up with this spectacular show, the wrongness and the fire of going all out.
He pulled out of her ass, rolled her around, and stared her in the eye as he claimed her cunt, taking her last virginity and reveling in the noises she made. The Zelda who raped him was a monster, and he'd make sure that he wouldn't hold back on turning this Zelda into one.