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How had she lost it?! How could she possibly lose her Slate?! It was one of the most important possessions she had, and she lost it?!

Zelda nearly tripped over a large, gnarled root as she combed through the forest again, throwing looks this way and that as she searched for the stupid thing. She could remember bringing it with her on her and Link’s little ‘date’ (if it could even be considered that), but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she’d set it down! She could remember using it to take some rather cute pictures of herself and her would-be-lover, but after that… What, had she really just set it on a tree stump somewhere and then walked off?!

The Princess shook her head.

She really could be rather thick sometimes…

Zelda hung her head, before throwing a look back at one of the guards she’d commandeered to help her in her search.

“Have you found anything?” she asked, slightly miffed. She got the feeling her guards weren’t going to be any help, but they might come in handy if she ran into any bokoblins. Not that she really expected to encounter any all the way out here. They were much too close to the castle, after all, not that bokoblin ever had a sense of ‘danger’, really. They would probably stumble straight into her bedchamber if it weren’t so well-guarded!

“N-nothing so far, princess!”

“Well, keep looking!” she ordered, curtly.

“Of course, your Highness!”

She whirled back around, only to nearly stumble over another root. She caught herself, cursing her own clumsiness, before making her way further into the forest. She didn’t care too much if she stayed in view of her guards, despite their insistence, mostly because she was certain she wasn’t going to encounter anything too terrible so close to the castle. Besides, if she did run into a bokoblin, she’d just scream a little and help would be there faster than she could say-

“Ah!” she froze, her eyes locking onto that oh-so-familiar sight. Her Slate!

A smile instantly lit across her face as she rushed to it, falling to her knees as she swept it off the ground. She did a quick once-over for cracks before holding it aloft and calling, “I’ve found it!” to the forest of guards. She’d requisitioned a not-inconsiderable number to help and yet she’d been the one to find it. Of course.

The Princess smiled to herself.

She’d had a feeling that was exactly how it would go.

A guard emerged from the woods nearby, looking slightly flustered. Navigating the thick forestry with full-plate armor on was probably quite a chore.

“You found it?”

“I did.” Zelda smiled primly, a hint of self-satisfaction sizzling in her voice, “I do appreciate your efforts, though, sir knights.” she wiped a bit of dirt off the screen, before flicking it on. She lined up a shot of the man’s somewhat red face, finding dirt on the lens. She wiped it off with the hem of her sleeve, before holding it up once more and taking a picture. “Ah! Working perfectly!”

She flicked back to the image, making sure it’d turned out alright.

She hummed a laugh, “Excellent! Now, let’s be off to the castle! I…” she trailed off. She didn’t want to admit that she was fully planning on staring at some of the pictures she’d snuck of Link earlier. While on her bed. With or without clothes on. “I’m feeling rather tired after all this excitement.”

“Of course, Princess.” the knight nodded, a few more emerging from the treeline nearby, “Do you need one of us to carry you?”

Zelda let a somewhat imperious frown curve her delicate lips, “I’m not that incapable, you know?”

He immediately flustered, “O-of course, your Highness! I didn’t mean to-!”

She smiled, “Of course you didn’t. Now, let’s be off.” she held the Slate aloft again to signal to her guards, “All’s well! I’ve found it!” she lowered her arm again, looking through the Slate’s camera once more, lining up another shot. Her fingers plucked at her bottom lip as a thought occurred to her, “Though…”

She glanced back at the clearing.

That certainly wasn’t where they’d had their little picnic. What exactly was her Slate doing there of all places? Had it been moved? Surely she would’ve remembered leaving it in the dirt in the middle of some clearing! Their picnic spot was nowhere near it!

And why did the control feel strangely… sticky?

Zelda grimaced.

She’d do a proper cleaning back at the castle.

Zelda finished wiping off the Slate - every inch of it - with a delicate, white kerchief as she sat on her bed. Her legs kicked lightly as they draped over the side, not quite able to reach the floor. Not because of her height, necessarily - she was taller than Link, for the Goddess’s sake! - but because her bed was rather outrageously high off the ground. As a little girl, it’d felt like scaling a mountain to climb into the bloody thing sometimes. Zelda set the handkerchief aside and collapsed backwards onto the endlessly soft, plush mattress.

Link…

As a young woman, it wasn’t unreasonable for her thoughts to dwell on a handsome, dashing man like him so… insistently. She felt a smile ghost her lips as she held the Slate above her head, remembering their time together. The picnic, Link, good food, a warm sun, Link, the blue sky, Link, Link’s hands, Link’s face, Link, Link, Link’s smell, Link, Link, Link!

She giggled.

Then frowned.

How was he so blasted thick?! She - the princess - had invited him out on a picnic (just the two of them!) and he hadn’t picked up a single hint! Any other man in the kingdom would’ve been tripping over themselves to hold hands with her or gaze longingly at her or touch her or kiss her or push her down and-

Zelda shook her head.

She hated it, but that was one thing she loved about Link: he was either a gentleman beyond gentlemen, or he was the most blasted, wretchedly, adorably dense fool in all the lands. Or he simply wasn’t interested.

Zelda felt a pang in her chest.

Oh, how cruel the world would be if that were the case. If she couldn’t have a future involving dressing Link in skimpy outfits and kissing him tenderly in the candlelight, there was hardly a point in living. What had all of this been for if not for that? Her kingdom? Well… yes, her kingdom. Her people were more important than Link’s love, but those soft, heroic blue eyes were certainly a lovely bonus. One she wasn’t sure she could live without.

She felt a shrill of excitement in her chest, sitting bolt upright as she remembered the pictures! The pictures! She was sure she’d gotten a few good ones of Link while he wasn’t paying attention, and one with the two of them together in it! Zelda had an active enough imagination to get quite a nice fantasy going off of just those images alone. And honestly, a fantasy was just what she needed at that moment; just a nice, hot, steamy little daydream to lull her to sleep for the-

Zelda’s eyes widened.

Just before her little picture of the guard, there was another. One that was… most certainly not from their picnic. It was a low-angle shot of what was very obviously a bokoblin, the camera pointed right up at its hairy, red chin. Its tongue hung out of its thick, pig-like lips like some sort of giant, purple slug and drool poured off of it like a crystalline stalactite. The picture was blurry, obviously not taken with a modicum of skill or precision, which was to be expected since she had to assume it was the bokoblin that had taken it. She could picture the slate in its hands, pointing it up at itself and - presumably - taking a shot by accident.

Zelda stared at it.

A bokoblin had gotten into her Slate?! How had a bokoblin accessed her Slate and managed to use the camera function?! It must’ve been completely by accident! Surely! Bokoblin could barely operate a large stick to hit people with! She’d seen a bokoblin once confuse its own head with its club when choosing what instrument to beat against a rock! Bokoblin were the last creatures she trusted to figure out how her Slate worked! She would’ve sooner believed a squirrel had figured it out!

Zelda was still, as a scholar, curious. Could it be that the one intelligent bokoblin had found her Slate? Or had it figured all of this out by complete, hilarious accident?

She flicked to the previous picture.

A picture of… trees?

Simple, enough. It was blurry and askew with absolutely no artistic eye, but… it was recognizable. Had a bokoblin truly taken this?!

She flicked to another one.

A bokoblin’s feet. Lovely. Blurry, out-of-focus, and a completely reprehensible subject matter; it was exactly what she’d expect from a bokoblin.

Another picture.

A simple blob of color. She couldn’t even tell what she was looking at.

Another picture.

A dead…

Zelda’s nose crinkled in disgust.

A dead bokoblin, looking as if it’d just been beaten down. Likely by whoever held the camera.

She quickly flicked to another picture.

Another blurry blob.

Another picture. Trees.

Another picture. A bokoblin encampment, the indolent creatures little more than staggering blurs of motion. A few stood still enough, staring blankly at their surroundings, to actually be recognizable as bokoblins, while others were just blurs and blobs.

Zelda massaged her brow. On the one hand, this was somewhat fascinating. On the other hand, how many bloody pictures had this fool taken?!

 She flicked through more, finding pictures of the perpetrator - a rather gangly, red specimen - interspersed with innumerable pictures of trees, rocks, dead animals, sticks, puddles of mud, piles of… ‘refuse’, grass, logs, and bones. Not to mention, the million pictures that were simply blurs of motion, so indistinct she couldn’t dream of deciphering what they were or if he’d even really been trying to photograph something. Zelda flicked to another, bored.

She understood now why the Slate had been sticky. The bokoblin that had stolen it seemed to bathe in mud. She was rather disgusted every time she got a clear shot of the thief; all leathery skin, thick fingers, and slobber.  Bokoblin really were unpleasant, little creatures. Then again, the fact one had managed to operate her Sheikah Slate spoke to some degree of intelligence. She couldn’t imagine how it’d figured it out, but in a way it was fascinating to get a glimpse into their sad, little minds. This specimen seemed intent on cataloguing every mundane thing it encountered in its daily life, no matter of revolting.

Zelda cringed as she quickly flicked past a picture of a skull. A skull that was more than likely Hylian.

Blasted monster… she grumbled to herself, tempted to toss the Slate aside for the night, but spurred on by morbid curiosity. How many blasted pictures had the creature taken?!

It was-!

Zelda shrieked, nearly dropping the Slate and only managing to save it by some rapid fumbling of her hands. She caught it in trembling fingers, hardly able to conceive of what she was seeing, and yet certain beyond a shadow of blasted doubt!

A… a penis?!

It was massive and red and veiny, clutched in the meaty paw of a-?!

She tossed the Slate aside and whirled around, burying her face in her sheets. Sullied! She was sullied! She’d seen a bokoblin’s penis before she’d seen Link’s?! How cruel could the world be?! Her eyes were forever scarred! Her mind was forever tainted! Oh Goddess, what a hideous-!

She kicked her feet against the covers.

-a hideous sight!

She shuddered.

She’d never seen a penis before. At least, not outside of anatomical sketches or artistic depictions. She’d never seen an erect one before, certainly! A real one! She’d never seen a man’s thick, pulsing cock looking ready for… for ‘use’! Oh Goddess, strip her of these thoughts!

Zelda flopped onto her back on the bed, feeling a bizarre rush of emotions. Dirty, first and foremost. She felt dirty. Her eyes felt dirty, her mind felt dirty, her hands felt dirty just for touching the same Slate as that wretched, little-! Rgh! She sat up, huffing. She was annoyed. Dirty and annoyed. Frustrated. Irritated. Infuriated! That blasted bokoblin had sullied her Slate with its disgusting, inappropriate, perverse imagery! Her Slate was pure! Untouched! It was for documenting flowers and plants and clouds and Link and if it was ever going to be used for any sort of inappropriate photography it would be of Link, by the Goddess!

Zelda twirled a strand of flawless, gold hair around her dainty finger.

She may have already used the Slate to take a few pictures of Link in scanty, silk Gerudo garb, but-

No! Nothing like this! Zelda crossed her arms. Her Slate was not meant for such perversity, unless it was her perv-! No! Not that, either! Only a little, and only if Link looked quite, quite good! After all, how she was supposed to pass up an opportunity to catalogue his flat stomach and delicate waist and finely etched abdominal muscles and-

Oh, I’m getting dizzy…

Zelda steadied herself, before picking up the Slate again. She would delete the pictures. Simple as that. She wasn’t about to throw her Slate away simply because some brutish, lascivious thug had used it for his own perverse photography! She forced herself to look at the image of the massive, animalistic cock again, though she kept her eyes on the far corners of the screen, away from the bulk of the offense. Her hands trembled as she quickly found the right controls and deleted the image, breathing a sigh of relief as-

-as another, almost identical picture appeared on the screen.

Zelda bleated in surprise, quickly deleting it before it could sear its vile imagery any further into her snow-pure mind. 

Another appeared.

Delete.

Another.

Delete.

Another and another and another.

Delete, delete, delete!

Zelda grit her teeth as she easily deleted a dozen nearly identical pictures, before finally stopping. How many more were there?! She glared down at the image of the fat cock, now feeling little more than frustration at the sight of it! How many pictures had this idiotic buffoon taken of his own member?! As if it were truly worthy of such extensive cataloguing! So what if it were a little bit big?! Link’s was probably bigge-

Zelda shook the thought from her mind.

Honestly, she wanted Link’s to be slender and nice and pretty. Like him.

This brutish club of meat would’ve completely undermined his perfect, flawless appearance and his adorable personality. Zelda found her eyes lingering on the brutal length in front of her, taking it in almost analytically. It was her first time ever seeing a bokoblin’s penis, obviously, and in a way it was… fascinating. If she had to guess, it was probably about as long as her forearm, and as thick as her wrist. She was slender and dainty, certainly, but she couldn’t imagine many Hylian men had such imposing… ‘anatomy’.

It was uncut, the foreskin wrapping the bulbous head like the hood of some kind of profane serpent. Some pictures had the skin peeled back, revealing the furiously meaty head in all its pungent, turgid glory.

No, not ‘glory’. Zelda thought to herself, testily, Just… size. All its size. 

She found herself flicking through the pictures, not deleting them.

The thick veins that ran along it, the warts, the hairs, the oiliness, the lumps and bumps, and the curve? It was curved back, almost all the way to the creature’s navel in some pictures. Goddess above, it was more like a gnarled log than a penis! Zelda had quite honestly never even conceived of one so thoroughly… 

She swallowed. Hard.

…so thoroughly… potent.

There was certainly something masculine about it. A member of that size could’ve reached the womb of any mate with ease. Conception was likely easy when one was so well-endowed. All he likely had to do was stick it in, press his head up against the woman’s cervix and release a bountiful helping of his seed into her. Zelda’s fingers danced across her lips as she stared down at it. She’d watched him stroke himself off for quite some time, all through still frames. His thick, raunchy hand ground against his length like it was literally trying to squeeze the juices out. Zelda knew all about the process from her books. She knew about sex. She knew about mating and sperm and orgasms. It was… fascinating.

She knew this creature was probably overcome with lust, desperate to mate with another of its species but lacking any suitable partner. Pathetic. It was probably too weak and scrawny to attract a suitable mate, and so it had to pleasure itself alone, with only Zelda as an unwitting audience. She watched as it massaged its length, picture-by-picture, until finally.

Her mouth dripped open. 

Oh… oh my…

Suddenly, there was a torrent of cum in front of it. It drooled from the chunky head like a waterfall of yellow-white ooze, lying in a puddle at its feet. She was viewing the creature’s pleasure session in reverse order, of course. This was the aftermath of its orgasm. A few more flicks and she was viewing the climax as it happened. Spurt after spurt, rope after rope. The pictures were disappointingly blurry - clearly the creature had been lost to the throes of pleasure - but she could still make it out somewhat. Cum splattering forth from its heading, drenching the ground, spraying against a rockface, all so thick and heavy it looked like you could’ve drowned in it.

Zelda flicked earlier, watching in reverse as it came. She saw the buildup, its cock so turgid and red and angry and full that it looked ready to explode. It was taken moments before it came, its hand just a blur of movement and heat and intensity. She stared at it as it beat itself off mindlessly, seeking only release. Goddess, it was probably starving for a mate; a fertile female it could sink its manhood into and breed and impregnate and then - most likely - abandon. Zelda had no illusions about bokoblin fathers being especially helpful when it came to raising their children. They were likely useless; too busy beating the snot out of each other and marauding Hyrule to be even remotely good paternal figures.

Zelda squeezed her bottom lip between her fingers.

He’d probably have loved to shoot that massive load into a hot, drippy womb. Given how hard he was and how vigorously he was stroking it, he probably would’ve settled for any hot, wet hole he could manage. A bokoblin, or a cow, or a…

…a Hylian…

Zelda plucked her lip, heart skipping a beat. She stared at the image of the thing’s raw, pounding virility, deleting the ones that were useless to her and only keeping the good ones. As much of the cock as she could see, as hard as it could get, as in-focus as the stupid brute could manage. She flicked back and forth between pictures, her fingers sinking into her mouth as she felt drool trickle down her chin. Goddess, it was big! So thick and meaty and potent and… and manly! Could a single man in all the castle measure up? 

She smirked.

She doubted it.

She’d seen medical diagrams and artistic renditions, and Hylian men were all thimble-fulls compared to this overflowing goblet. Link’s was undoubtedly small and cute and eminently suckable, but this?

This?

Oh Goddess, this was the sort of thing she found herself fantasizing about on nights when her usual thoughts of Link just weren’t quite enough. Imagining riding her perfect, little hero’s cock and watching his beautiful face twist and melt in pleasure was enough to get her off… most nights. But occasionally, she imagined something more. Something darker. A thief in the night. A burglar. A ruffian. Someone who didn’t give a damn that she was a princess; that just saw her as a ripe, lovely, little hole to ram into. Someone who would take her hard and fast and selfishly, yet she’d love it all the same. Someone who wouldn’t treat her with an ounce of dignity or respect or reverence or delicacy; someone who just wanted to mate. To treat her like a woman.

To treat her like-

Zelda felt a rush of slight panic as it hit her: release.

“Oh, Goddess!” she whimpered, collapsing onto her bed. She had no idea when the hand appeared in her pants, but she wasn’t complaining. She dug into herself mercilessly, until she was sobbing and whimpering and helpless, biting at the sheets and gripping them with her toes and screwing her eyes shut as she imagined… him.

It.

That big, hot, pounding, heavy, thick, thick, thick length of pure boko-

Zelda felt the world around her shut off as she curled in on herself and fingered desperately through the orgasm. Her fingers - skilled, delicate, possibly covered with bokoblin scum - scrubbed at her pink, princess pussy until she sobbed out the last vestiges of the pleasure and felt herself come down from the excruciatingly sensitive heights of her orgasm. 

She panted like an animal into the covers, legs and arms trembling as she found herself staring directly at… it still. That length. That… that cock. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her nipples hard as rocks under the stifling silk of her nightgown. They wanted some love. Her pussy wanted more fingers in it. No… no, it wanted something thicker. Longer. Harder and rougher and dirtier and smellier and-

Zelda buried her face into the sheets again as every inch of it lit up with bright, burning humiliation. She ground herself into the covers and let her fingers invade her tremulous cunt once more as dirty, sick, filthy fantasies started to creep back into her mind.

A brute… a savage… a… a bokoblin taking her hard and hot and fast out in the middle of the woods where nobody could hear her scream, and nobody could be horrified by what was happening to her. Where she could just be a woman, and let that crude, animalistic brute rut into her and-

-and…

Zelda whimpered into her sheets, stifling it with a hard, needy bite. She tugged at the delicate cloth as her fingers wreaked havoc on her, forcing pleasure on her body that she knew she needed but couldn’t bare to face. She wanted this. She needed this. But actually admitting that would’ve been so mortifying she might’ve had to stop being a Princess entirely. After all, what kind of Princess actually wanted to get a fat, curved, lumpy, rough bokoblin dick shoved into her? 

“Nnnghh… yes.” she breathed, her voice muffled by the sheets, “You brute…” she murmured, the words sending a hot, heavy pulse of pleasure through her quaking mind, “You savage… let me go…” she dug her forehead against the bed, popping her hips out just that much more as she imagined what the beast’s strong, meaty paws would feel like on her hips, “No! Let me-! Let me go!” her fingers pressed against her aching slick, which was drooling like a river all over her soft, lovely hand, “Oh, you stupid brute! You stupid… stupid…” she raked her teeth against her bottom lip, sucking in a needy gasp, “Stupid… ngh… ah…”

She imagined the head slamming into her womb over and over and over and over again, and the hot load that it’d pour into her.

Drool bloomed across her sheets, cool against her scorchingly hot skin. This fantasy… it was new. A bokoblin?! Was she insane?! Imagining some dirty, scummy scoundrel having his way with her was bad enough, but a bokoblin?! That was just so-! So-!

Soooooo much more intoxicating…

Zelda groaned, getting drunk on the daydream. The way her fingers were beating mindlessly into her, she almost felt like she was getting fucked. It was… bliss.

Goddess, if Link were there now she would’ve eaten him alive. He was such a good boy, he’d just do whatever she said. She knew she could do whatever she wanted to him, but she wanted oh-so-dearly for him to want it, too. But if he’d been there at that moment, she would’ve just ordered him - as his Princess - to fuck her until she couldn’t even think anymore.

But he wasn’t there.

He was off Goddess-only-knew where, and she was alone.

Alone… 

Zelda’s eyes flicked to the image of the Bokoblin’s length, spurting out a thick rope of cum so full and potent it probably could’ve filled a bucket. It would’ve flooded Zelda’s tiny, delicate, royal womb in a second. It would’ve filled her stomach with one load if she tried to drink it. Goddess, she probably could’ve lived off the stuff, practically! She-!

Another orgasm. Zelda gripped the sheets in a fist and arched her back, straining against it as it slammed into her and took her for a ride that didn’t end until she was unconscious. Exhaustion wrapped around her like a heavy cloth, lulling her to sleep as her mind stayed filled - polluted - with thoughts of… him.

Him…

The Princess sat bolt upright on her bed, feeling decidedly frazzled. Her eyes were wide, her hair was a bit messy, and her thighs were so shamefully sticky she instantly felt her cheeks light up like bonfires. She rubbed a hand against one, realizing only too late that it’d been buried in her sanctity until mere seconds ago. She accidentally smeared more stickiness across her cheek, gritting her teeth in frustration as she did. Thoughtlessly, she cleaned her fingers off with her mouth, the action only serving to melt her brain further. She dragged them from her mouth, momentarily letting her mind quiver and pulse with warmth, before letting out a groan.

She pounded her fist against her forehead.

Stupid! Stupid, shameful, filthy, degenerate, shameless, lascivious, indecent, shameful girl! she scolded herself as she pounded away, trying to knock some sense into her addled brain. Fantasies were fantasies, but fantasies of those nature?! Truly?! Was she truly so thoroughly shameless?! She wanted to commit such indecent acts with a rancid, bloody bokoblin?!

She glared down at the pictures on her Slate, quickly deleting a slew of them before stopping. Some of them might be useful for… anatomical studies. Medical purposes. Research. She shook her head. She hadn’t even discovered the end of them last night! She’d gotten so bloody, blasted distracted by some… some phallus, that she could hardly focus! One stupid, bloody member and she was lost to the world! Oh, how could she call herself a Princess after such a wretched display of degeneracy?! What would her subjects think if they found out their dear, sweet Princess wanted to get violated by a massive, pulsing, meaty-

Zelda shook the thoughts from her head.

Delete, delete, delete.

She quickly checked to make sure she could recover deleted pictures (she could, for a time), before continuing. Not, of course, that she had any interest in recovering such thoroughly perverse and indecent and filthy pictures as these, of course! They were better left to the void of nonexistence! They didn’t deserve to taint her Slate a second longer! No, she was simply checking to make sure she could recover them in case she accidentally deleted a picture she liked.

Like… her finger ghosted just above the ‘delete’ button as she stared down at a picture of the cock, half-erect. It looked like a leathery worm, curved downward with the hood of skin wrapped tightly around its wide, bulbous head. 

She shook the thoughts away.

Goddess, what was she doing?!

She quickly flipped through to earlier pictures. Rocks, sticks, logs, blurs, blobs, blurs, blurs; Zelda rolled her eyes. She truly was dealing with an intellectual titan. He was really only good at taking pictures of his own cock, which was… perfectly unacceptable!

Zelda froze as she found a picture of the creature’s lean-to tent, at the base of a rock formation. A rock formation that she recognized. Was that where it lived? Was that where all those… illicit pictures had been taken? Did it sleep there? Stay there? Was that its home? She knew where it was, she could… she could have the creature brought to justice for daring to steal and tarnish her precious Slate! She could make sure that Hyrule had one less marauding bokoblin in it!

Assuming that was where it lived…

Zelda felt her heart beating faster.

Stupid, idiotic, savage brute… she grumbled to herself, heart racing, Fill MY slate with such foul imagery, will you? she found herself glaring down at another image of his turgid manhood. It was only half-erect, which was rather a waste, as far as Zelda was concerned. Why even bother taking a picture of his cock if it wasn’t going to be fully erect? What, did he expect her to do something about it? Was he teasing her? Why not simply take a picture of it when it was full-mast? Simpleton brute! It was almost as if he were trying to tempt her! As if! As if she’d picture running her lips along it and stroking it and taking it in her mouth and sucking it until it was nice and hard and ready to breed! 

The Princess rolled her big, blue eyes.

Foul-minded savage. Trying to tease her with the sight of his semi-hard cock. If she wanted to see it hard, she had a plethora of photographs to enjoy already! She flicked to one of his cock, looking hard enough to smash a rock. Goddess, what that thing would do to her soft, sappy womanhood…

Fool. she huffed. He thought he was so clever. Trying to tempt her? As if! If she wanted to see his cock at full-size she had an entire Slate full of pictures! She could stare at them all she wanted! The simpleton! He wasn’t half as clever as he thought. Why had he bothered to take any pictures at all of himself before he came? Why bother wasting his time (and hers) with meaningless pictures of his massive, turgid, hot, meaty length if it wasn’t spraying thick, gelatinous cum everywhere? Just to tease her? 

Zelda tutted a sardonic laugh, flicking to an image of the cock in mid-orgasm. 

Goddess, it was amazing.

It spat forth enough cum to completely cover her face in a mask of hot, sticky, no-doubt smelly essence. She couldn’t even imagine what it must’ve tasted like. Pungent and bitter and salty and meaty and manly and-

She rolled her eyes.

Trying to make her act obscene, was he? Well, she hardly needed pictures of his cock for that. Her imagination was powerful enough to indulge her. All she really had to do was imagine his length and all the way its could make her whimper and she was-

Zelda’s eyes widened.

Her hand was in her panties again, and she hadn’t even realized it.

“Oh, Goddess…” she murmured.

 “I’m afraid that - wherever Master Link is - he is beyond our ability to communicate with.” her Steward said, solemnly.

“No, but you don’t understand!” Zelda dictated, somewhat frantically, “It’s really quite important that he come and pay me a visit at once.” 

“But… but, Princess!” her aged assistant blustered, “We simply can’t reach him! We don’t know where he is! He could be miles away, in the midst of one of his…” he waved a hand, “world-saving adventures! You know how he-!”

“But-!” Zelda felt herself getting desperate, “But I really must see him!”

“Princess, is something the matter?” her Steward’s fuzzy brow furrowed, “If you or the kingdom is in danger, we could certainly try to send word to him, but there’s no telling-!”

“No, I just-!” the Princess held a hand to her burning forehead, feeling her heart slam against her chest, “I would just very much like to spend some time with him! That’s all.” 

Her Steward paused, staring up at her.

“Ah.” he said, finally, “I believe I understand.”

No, you really, truly don’t…

“-and I am sure that the young Master will be back soon-”

Not soon enough…

“-simply wait for him to arrive. And I am sure he would be most happy to spend some time with you and-”

But I need him NOW.

She dropped her hand angrily to her side, before turning away in a huff. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest, blood pumping in her ears, her legs wobbly underneath her. She felt like she hadn’t eaten properly in days, despite her latest little ‘problem’ only cropping up a day or two ago. Still, she’d rubbed herself raw for hours and still felt that heat pooling in her stomach. Her fingertips had gotten wrinkled from soaking in her wetness for so long, and her legs felt like they were one more flick away from giving out completely.

Her unbrushed hair, her red eyes, her flushed skin; she probably looked partially insane.

And maybe she was.

She stormed off, hearing her Steward whisper something to an assistant about her ‘young heart’ or some other such nonsense. Young heart? Was this really being chalked up to her being an emotional, fragile maiden?! Hardly! She just wanted to push Link down on her bed and make him cum inside her until her thighs trembled! She wanted to kiss him and bite him and lick him and swallow his cum and feed it back to him just to watch him swallow it like a good boy!

And failing that, she wanted a great big, bloody bokoblin to ram it’s-

She caught herself, stumbling a bit as she reached the door to her bedchamber.

Goddess preserve her, this was impossible!

I should… I should go find him… she thought to herself, her mind flicking to the wretched, thoughtless brute that had contaminated her heart so thoroughly, I should go find him… and make him pay for all that he’s done!

It wasn’t difficult.

Finding a bokoblin was like finding a puddle of mud after a rainy day. They weren’t necessarily common, so close to the castle, but if you knew what to look for it was almost shockingly easy. Bokoblin had no real concept of ‘tracks’, and so they left all sorts of markings of their presence. Zelda had read a book or two (or six) on tracking, and more than one on bokoblins. Finding her quarry was as easy as snapping her fingers.

It certainly helped that she knew where he lived.

She sniffed, haughtily.

Still, even if she hadn’t, she was certain she would’ve been able to find him. Easily. Quite.

She exited the treeline at the base of the rock formation, finding her tormentor’s lean-to (a mind-numbingly simplistic combination of branches and hides) nestled in its shadow. The bokoblin - the perverted fiend - was lounging on an old hide that apparently served as his bed, one arm draped across his pot belly while the other lay at its side. It seemed to be asleep, which was perfectly fine in Zelda’s opinion. She had come alone, electing to leave any guards back at the castle because they more than likely would’ve slowed her down, and because she couldn’t very well confront this brute about his scandalous imagery without them finding out what she’d seen, and she couldn’t have that!

Zelda walked with a purpose up to the sleeping menace, coming to a stop a few paces away.

She cleared her throat.

He didn’t move, a snot bubble inflating and deflating rhythmically from its damp, twitching snout.

She cleared her throat. Again. Louder.

Still nothing.

“Excuse me!” she put her hands on her hips, indignantly.

Finally, the creature snapped awake, bubble popping, its bleary eyes rolling around to focus on her. It was a scrawny specimen, and seemed rather… young. At least, as young as a bokoblin could ever appear. She rather suspected they were all born with warts and wrinkles and skin like old, sun-baked leather, but this one - due to its size - seemed slightly more juvenile. A teenager, perhaps? It would explain its laziness and perversity. Zelda herself - physically at least - was probably no older than this beast, though a fact based in such a technicality sounded preposterous. It slowly propped itself up until it was seated, scratching at its wide, heavy head with a meaty paw.

“Yes. Quite.” Zelda took a breath, “It would seem that you came into wrongful possession of my Sheikah Slate,” she held up the device, the creature not reacting to it at all, “and used it to take all manner of inappropriate and- and inappropriate pictures!” she fumbled over her words a bit, feeling heat creeping up the back of her neck. If she glanced down, she probably would’ve been able to see its club-like length peaking out from its loincloth and-

No! Zelda scolded herself, Focus!

She swallowed.

“I demand that you apologize for desecrating my precious belonging like this. At once.” she held her chin up, glaring down her delicate nose at the creature.

It stared back at her, not making a sound. It barely even seemed to register her presence.

“Can you understand me?” she asked, a slight tremor appearing in her words.

It just stared.

“Do not play ignorant with me! I know it was you!” she insisted, crossing her arms, “I have photographic proof!” she quickly held up her slate and began flicking through pictures, eventually settling on one of the dopey, red bokoblin, “This… this is undoubtedly you, is it not?” she held up the slate in a trembling hand, showing the creature, “I am certain of it!”

It didn’t speak. All it did was scratch its rotund stomach before letting out an indolent hiccup.

“You-!” Zelda fumed, returning her attention to the Slate, “You aren’t talking your way out of this one.” she flicked through more images, feeling heat creep up her body as she knew she was getting closer to pictures of… that. That thing. Finally, she stopped. Her hands quivered. “This… This is certainly you, is it not?”

She showed him a picture of his own turgid length, full-grown and ready to breed.

The creature grunted, “Snaw…”

“Was that… was that a ‘yes’?” Zelda tried to keep her voice level, even as her hands trembled.

It grunted again, “Weernk…”

Zelda felt heat pool in her stomach, her hands shaking so badly she feared she might drop the Slate. She forced herself to grip it harder, like it was a rope she was dangling from over a chasm, drawing it closer to her chest.

“I… I know that that’s…” her tongue felt strange in her mouth. Lonely. Why was she wasting it on talking?! “I know that it belongs to you.” she glared down at the indolent, young ruffian, “I-! I insist that you sh-show me yours, so that I can prove it.”

“Skroink…” the bokoblin grunted.

“If-! If you do not reveal it yourself, I will have…” Zelda felt her head growing lighter and lighter by the second as she stared down at the wart of a creature before her, “I will… I will have to investigate for myself!”

It didn’t move. It just croaked out some ugly, little noise, almost seeming to… invite her in?

Zelda screwed up her face with determination, before taking a step forward. She was tentative. Slow. She crept closer to it, keeping her glare trained on it as if daring it to try something. If the thing got violent, there was little she could truly do to protect herself, but she was used to getting her way. Her voice was commanding. Strong. She was destined to command armies one day, and-

Her trembling fingers found the edge of the creature’s dirty, stained loincloth and she felt her heart leap into her throat.

Her eyes - slightly panicked now - flicked up to the creature. It just sat there, staring at her, barely seeming to care.

Zelda steeled her resolve. She carefully folded the loincloth over, swallowing hard as she finally revealed the thick mound of flesh that lay between the creature’s legs. It was bulbous and doughy, not nearly hard enough to look as it had in the pictures. It was like a fat, dead worm wrapped in leather; as repugnant and disgusting as rotten meat. Zelda’s nose crinkled at the sight of it. It wasn’t the intoxicating, curved rod it had been in her pictures. It was just a long, thick lump.

“This… this is still most certainly the one in the pictures.” she glared at the creature, pulling away slightly, “It… it simply isn’t properly ‘prepared’.” her heart hammered against her ribs, her nipples starting to harden for some reason, “I insist that you… r… ‘ready’ it. To prove that it is the one pictured,” she held up the slate, “here.”

She realized a moment too late that it was a picture that she’d used the Slate’s ‘quill’ function to doodle a few small, pink hearts on, quickly flicking away to a different one as her cheeks burned.

“Ig… ignore that!” she flustered, before turning her glare back to him as she hid the slate behind her back. She’d doodled on more of the pictures than she remembered. Foolish girl…

She cleared her throat, trembling slightly.

“P-please take the necessary steps to… to…” she found herself staring at his worm-like cock. Even almost entirely soft, it was longer and thicker than any of the depictions she’d ever seen of Hylian men. Goddess, what a creature…

She nibbled her lip, before snapping out of it.

“If you re-refuse to do so yourself, then-” she was cut off as the creature’s thick-fingered hand wrapped its soft shaft and started stroking. Was it actually listening to her or was it just aroused?! Was it aroused?! Was she arousing it?! Was it picturing pushing her down and shoving that thing inside her and-?!

Zelda flicked a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead with a somewhat spasmodic finger.

The creature’s manhood bloomed with hardness astonishingly quickly, the rope-like cock spasming to life and hardening and inflating and growing and thickening with just a few basic, clumsy strokes. The pictures hadn’t done justice to how inelegant and sloppy its hand was, the Princess rolling her eyes. He truly was just a teenage boy! No sense of delicacy, no sense of rhythm, just stroke, stroke, stroke! Such a brute!

Its cock flopped against its paw, not quite fully hard, but… bigger.

“You…” she swallowed, “You clearly a-aren’t capable of hardening it enough yourself.” she crossed her arms, “In order to pr-prove that it’s the same one as these pictures, I need to-” she froze as she realized she was showing off a picture of it mid-orgasm, covered in more doodled hearts, with the words ‘yes pleeeeease’ next to the spurting stream. She quickly fumbled to show a non-graffiti’d one, heart hammering in her chest from pure embarrassment and nothing more, “You-! I… I suppose I have…” she flicked some more hair from her face, “I suppose I h-have no other choice but to help speed this matter along!”

She quickly dropped to her knees in front of the creature as it lazily stroked itself off, her hand almost immediately going to its shaft before stopping. The creature seemed to recognize what was happening, pulling its heavy hand away to reveal itself more properly to her and grant her easy, easy access. Zelda dragged in a shaky breath as she stared at the thing’s semi-erect shaft, which was still long enough to be gasp-worthy. If Link were just this big, she would probably never let him leave her bedchamber! Goddess, it was so perfect already, and yet this wasn’t even its full potential!

She shuddered as she slowly reached forward, taking it in a reverent hand. It seared her palm with heat, the Princess absorbing the warmth into her skin like it was a kiss from the sun itself. It was hot and tough and bumpy, so salaciously long and curved that it instantly stuffed her head with funny thoughts and made her hips feel woefully empty.

“This…” she mumbled, “this looks quite a bit like… like the one…” her mouth felt dry, even as she felt it fill with drool, “but… just to be… cer… certain…”

She stroked up it awkwardly, her fingers cresting the already-oozing head before forming a ring and sliding back down. Goddess, just watching it twitch and shudder and drool precum was like something out of a daydream! Her most salacious fantasies couldn’t compare to the real thing; a real cock! It was so much manlier and more intense than she ever could’ve imagined. Did all the men of Hyrule have something like this in their pants?!

Zelda scoffed.

No. No, she was certain they didn’t. They were probably left behind three inches ago, and this thing was still growing. Her hand slid back up the shaft, unsure of what to do. Not that she had to do much to excite the creature. This was probably the softest and most delicate touch it’d ever received. Judging by the awful snuffling noise it was making and the way its cock was twitching and thickening, it was… loving this.

“Foul brute…” Zelda murmured, “Perverse fiend…” 

Her fingers gently wrapped the shaft midway up, where it swelled a bit. Her fingers dragged against it experimentally, searching across the myriad little bumps and knots and veins that were scattered along its girthy manhood. It was disgusting. It was vile. The smell of it - like sour cheese and sun-baked meat - was enough to kill half the thoughts in her head like a poisonous vapor. Still, even as its contemptuous masculinity stung her delicate nose with its raw potency, she couldn’t help but find it… intoxicating. It was an organ meant for breeding. It was meant to ram into a woman’s depths and fill her with the thick, chunky cum until she was pregnant and docile and-

Zelda felt in danger of passing out, teetering a bit before catching herself. She snapped back to attention, her fingers already slick with a viscous coating of the thing’s sticky, gelatinous precum. She pulled her hand away, feeling the stuff smear between her fingers, forming liquid cobwebs and dripping curtains of sin. She wondered, distantly, what it would taste like.

But… she needed it. It would lubricate his shaft nicely and help to get him nice and hard and-

-and guilty. 

Zelda shook her head. This was all about proving that this was the bokoblin that had taken her Slate and used it for something so perverse! Her hand went back to its wet, pounding shaft with an audible ‘splort’, her hand moving up and down it to ring out even more perverse sounds. It was so… wet. So wet and hot and hard; just dragging her hand up its shaft was like playing a symphony of grotesque perversion. Not to mention, the sounds that leaked from its mouth. The young bokoblin hung its head back and groaned in oafish pleasure as she stroked it, drool dripping from its thick lips.

Her hand worked faster and faster and ever more skillfully by the second, until it was a nice, solid beating. Her arm pumped, her mouth hung open, her eyes were glued to the things swollen obscenity as it frothed precum like a gurgling fountain. It slid down the turgid, meaty shaft and drowned her slender, delicate hand in a flood of ooze. It was like the maw of a rabid animal, foaming with delicious pleasure as Zelda mindlessly pumped away and-

A fleck of the precum splattered against her lips, the Princess freezing in place.

  Her hand stopped, her heart hammered, her thighs trembled. She could feel the thick, oily slime hot against her lips, oozing down towards her chin. In a second, it would be out of reach. She only had a moment to lap it up with her tongue before she’d have to get more and smear it there and smell its raw, ugly, throbbing, dizzyingly manly-

Her tongue slipped out from her perfect, pink lips and dragged in the unctuous webbing of slimy cum. The instant it was in her mouth - the instant it was on her tongue - she felt an unholy heat like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It soaked into her mind in an instant, born from the unbearably perverse and heavy flavor of the creature’s precum. Warmth nestled like a heavy, immovable rock in her stomach, a gooey knot slowly starting to tie itself up in her most sacred place. Her cunt throbbed, as if asking for something to hold onto. Zelda bowed her head as she felt herself just… desire.

It was the most potent and pure sense of need she’d ever experienced. It was raw and living and breathing and simple and basic and primal and just… feminine. It was the basic desire as a woman to mate. She’d never felt something so basal before, but as she swallowed the creature’s precum, she knew there was only one way to satisfy it. She lifted her head again, her expression melted down to a hot, drippy, needy little puddle. Blush stained her cheeks as she stared at the turgid, frothing member in her hand, which was so obviously the one from her Slate that she could hardly stand it. The same head, the same foreskin, the same warts and veins and hairs and knots and balls and length and size and weight and…

Goddess…

How could a teenager have a cock like this?! She stared at it as she stroked it lovingly, the weight in her hand just feeling so… right! This bokoblin was probably still another few years from being seen as a proper adult, and yet its manhood would’ve put any Hylian man in the Kingdom to shame…

But… does he know… how to use it…

Zelda’s mouth hung open as she stroked it, feeling so… alive. She felt - for a moment - like this was what she was meant to do. Stroking a massive cock, getting it nice and hard and ready to cum, was exactly what a woman like her was good for. It didn’t matter that this bokoblin was just a teenager or that bokoblin logically shouldn’t have been able to get Hylians pregnant, she-

Her thighs clamped together.

A moan escaped her soft lips as heat strangled her brain and she hung her head, just the thought nearly doing her in. Obviously, it wasn’t like anyone had ever done research on Hylian-Bokoblin relationships. The evil brutes were known to occasionally carry Hylian women off to their caves and camps and take… li… ‘liberties’ with them, but was that to make babies or just to satiate their animal hunger and…?

Zelda felt her eyes unfocus as she forgot what she was even thinking about.

Her hand slowly drew away from the cock, now covered in a veritable, liquid feast of fluid. It dripped from her hand in molten curtains, the Princess slowly lifting it up until it was dangling above her open mouth and-

The instant a glob of it hit her tongue, she shuddered. Her brain turned off and she felt herself… open. Her thighs parted, her back arched, her body just surrendered to the simple, perverse, dark flavor. Warmth ran into her mouth as she drank down the bitter flow, the wrongness of it all painting her brain in a vibrant tapestry of colors. Hot pinks, dark red, black, golden, blue, tan, dark red, red, red, red, dark red, dark red… pink…

She swallowed it down as she shuddered from head to toe, feeling the warmth slide down her throat and into her stomach. She sucked the slimy cum from her fingers without even thinking about it, her… her tormentor jerking himself off with those idiotically clumsy strokes as she did. She glared at him and how crudely he handled his meat, slapping his hand away.

“You-!” she panted, “D-don’t waste your time…” she crawled towards it until his angry, thick head was inches from her lips, “I… I still need to…” his paw found her head, stroking her hair back a bit. She leaned into his petting, his palm slipping down to cup her cheek. She nuzzled it without even meaning to, her eyes shut, her lips pressing to his sticky, dirty palm to give it a mindless kiss. It slid back around to grip her hair, Zelda shooting him a stern glare full of kisses, “It’s… it’s almost impossible to s-see anything with a-all this… n-nastiness in the way…” she mumbled dragging her finger up his soaking shaft to wipe away a smear of precum, “I-” she took the glob in her mouth and thoughtlessly licked it clean, turning her brain off for a second, “I sh-shall need to… clean… clean this…” his hand kept her head from falling forward, the sudden tug on her scalp snapping her out of the misty daze, “I’ll… I’ll… clean you up…”

The last words were spoken with the tenderness of a caring mother as she stared at his cock, his hand slowly urging her towards it. It pressed her lips to his shaft awkwardly, Zelda still scared to try and take the entire thing. She’d obviously never performed such a task before, so actually doing it was as scary as it was exhilarating. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue slipped out, the bokoblin instantly dragging it up his shaft. As she went, gathering a mountain of drippy precum on her tongue, Zelda’s eyes opened wider and wider and wider and-  

Her eyes rolled back.

She reached the tip, spitting out the creature’s noxious love juice onto its girthy head and feeling it run down her chin. Its hand slipped away from her hair, gripping it by the meaty base of its cock. It smacked it against her face, Zelda flinching away before its freehand could grab her head and hold it in place. It smacked its cock against her over and over, grunting and oinking as it did, until finally she planted her hands on either side of the beast’s waist, opened her mouth, and braced herself. Precum flicked against her face and into her mouth as it beat its messy length against her, finally letting go of her head and letting her run her lips up and down its shaft. She gathered precum in her mouth, pouring some of it back down the cock while still managing to swallow mouthful after mouthful.

The more she drank, the more she needed, and the more she needed it the more fervent her actions became. Soon, she was gripping his dick hungrily in her hands, kissing along the shaft and capturing each fresh pearl of liquid as it gurgled out from the meaty head. Her lips were soft and precious and tender and giving, enjoying the bountiful harvest before her like it was a divine blessing. She dragged her tongue up it hot and hard, bracing it in her hands as she did. The bokoblin ran thick fingers through her silken, gold hair, gripping it occasionally in a fist as if to remind her of her place.

Zelda panted, obediently.

Then she started to take him properly. Her lips parted against his head as she started to sink her mouth onto his length, spurred on by pure masochism and need. It hurt - her jaw straining with just the head - but it was just… so, so worth it. She straightened her body out as she took more, inch by tight, hot, throbbing, painful inch. She choked. Gagged. Coughed. Her body fought her on it, but with every inch she felt herself loosening up and accepting it. 

The taste…

The taste was like nothing Zelda had ever experienced; almost more of a feeling than a taste. The cock was meaty and briny and bitter. It tasted like urine and smoke and dirt and flesh, all mixed together in a sour, bitter, pungent bouquet that polluted her mind to the core. And yet, the way it blossomed across her tongue, the way the bokoblin held her head and stroked its rough, gnarled thumb against her hair, the feeling of pure submission…

Goddess, I’m… I’m… her gaze turned to him, adoring. Desperate. Needy. I’m… br… brea…king…

She just wanted to please him. Just wanted to see that glimmer of lust in his big, milky eyes. He grumbled and groaned and oinked as she worked him over, never offering anything real. Never offering any real praise or real affection or real warmth, and yet Zelda didn’t care. Feeling his hot manhood stretch her mouth and reach back to her throat was all the validation she needed. She let it slide back out, rolling her eyes indulgently as it dragged against her tongue. Her own drool and saliva and slick had started mixing with his precum, forming a dizzying, dreamy cocktail of sin that she drank down without a second’s hesitation. It poured down her lips and chin, coating her jaw and neck in shiny, sticky sin. Zelda breathed in hard, before taking his member in her mouth once more. He was so… virile! He hadn’t cum yet despite getting a blowjob from the Princess of Hyrule! 

What a… Zelda felt herself warm even further, What a man…

A Hylian his age probably would’ve cum in his pants just from a kiss on the cheek from her, but his cock was still burning hot with vitality! His balls - his big, thick, meaty balls - were so heavy with cum that Zelda could practically smell it. Each one was a nice palmful for her, the Princess squeezing them a bit experimentally as she sucked off her warty, brutish lover.

He gurgled in pleasure as she caressed his wrinkled sack, the Princess wondering distantly if his cum - his real cum - could get a Hylian girl pregnant. A half-bokoblin? Goddess, what a thought… Stomach heavy and swollen with the monstrous child of this indolent, perverted, little twerp? She-

His hand stroked her face as she gulped down his dick, her eyes fluttering shut. She let him feel her perfect, flawless skin and cup her cheek. It slid under to hold her jaw in place as she opened her eyes again to stare at him.

He was so… ugly.

He was hideous. Leathery, warty, dirty skin, long, scrawny, bony arms, and a head like a rotten piece of fruit. His eyes were far apart and bulbous, like sacks of spoiled milk, he had fewer teeth than she had fingers, and his tongue was just this big, thick, rough rag of muscle that hung at the corner of his wide, wide mouth like a piece of raw meat. Bokoblins were so thoroughly unappealing, Zelda could hardly fathom it, and that was without taking into account the fact she was fairly sure this one had murdered a Hylian or two. The skulls around its little tent certainly seemed to suggest as much.

Murderous, lascivious, degenerate- his hand stroked her cheek again and she popped the cock out of her mouth, nestling into its meaty, leathery palm, brute… brutish swine… contemptible… contemptible… she was guided back to his cock, taking it in her mouth again, Goddess… help me…

Her drool, spurting forth each time his head hammered the back of her throat, poured from her lips as she attempted to take him deeper and deeper. However, unless she wanted to practically suffocate herself on his length, she could only go so far. Still, feeling his meat press against her throat from the outside, feeling the bulge of his member as it rammed down into her neck… she was tempted to just leave it up to fate and try to bury it all the way. After all, feeling his balls against her chin would probably-

Zelda coughed as the hand pressed against the back of her head and the creature let out a rapturous squeal.

It flung its heavy, rotund head back and seized up, cock swelling, balls clenching, Zelda realizing what was about to happen a moment before it hit her. Suddenly, a torrent of cum shot straight from its thick head. Considering how far buried in her throat it already was, it bypassed her gag reflex and simply emptied itself down her throat, the Princess’s eyes widening at the sheer, unbelievable ease with which she swallowed it. She barely had to do anything, just try to breathe and not pass out as the cum just dumped itself in her stomach. She shook from head-to-toe as it poured molten, chunky virility straight into her, the creature not caring as she turned redder and redder and her lungs began to scream.

She couldn’t breathe! She couldn’t-!

She tried to pull away, but it kept her there, cock spasming more and more and more as it belched forth spurt after spurt of the hot, unctuous jizz into her. Her throat milked it without her even meaning to, the simple pressure of her swallowing massaging rope after rope out of it. The balls pressed against her chin before she could even process what was happening. The bokoblin was on his stumpy legs, standing in front of her, its cock pointing almost straight down as it emptied its swollen testicles into her throat.

Zelda stopped breathing. She just stared up at the thing’s distended belly and gurgling maw as it grunted again and again with excitement. By the time it was done, it collapsed back, its cock snaking out of her throat in one fluid motion that felt like it was gonna turn her neck inside out. It popped free, Zelda staggering as suddenly air came rushing back into her lungs. 

The bokoblin fell back on its doughy butt, panting like a dog, its cock still spitting out the occasional burbling puddle of cum. Zelda dragged a shaky, rough breath into her lungs, feeling them fill again. Her stomach felt so full and so hot she was surprised she couldn’t feel it from the outside. It felt like she’d just drunk an entire pot of soup herself, the Princess interrupted in her panting by a slight, soft burp.

Her fingers went to her lips, her cheeks tinting even further.

How improper… she thought to herself, before realizing that everything she’d done for the last several days was infinitely less proper!

She dragged her fingertips against her lips, the flavor of the thing’s cum still full and ripe in her mouth. Goddess, what a taste! It was like her most raw and salacious and dirty fantasies, congealed into a hot, briny soup and poured into her virgin mouth! As insanely filling and intense and climactic as his orgasm had been, she still felt… hot. Wanting. Her head was still so cloudy - possibly even more so now - and her body was still trembling with a deep-seeded need. Her tremulous fingers flicked from her lips to her brow to her cheeks to her chin. 

She’d… she’d cum.

She realized that. She’d cum sometime during the veritable storm of lustful violence that she’d been swept away in, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It was one little scrap, when she needed a feast. She didn’t need a single, little bread roll, she needed a thick, juicy steak. Something she could sink her teeth into. Something…

Some… thing…

Her brain unfocused as she found herself staring at him. Him. His cock, despite just cumming like a churning river, was hardening again already. Goddess, how could he be so potent?! Were all bokoblins like this, or was he just uniquely endowed?! If his manhood proved any more breath-taking, she might have to think it was a blessing from the Goddess herself! She knew that men were supposed to need time to recover after achieving orgasm, but this man - this juvenile bokoblin - was already stiffening, his dick thickening like spoiled milk in the sun.

Zelda stared at it, hot, brazen lust staining her brilliant blue eyes. 

This was… this was so much. In just a few short days she’d gone from thinking of bokoblin as nothing but pests and menaces and brutes to… to this. She could hardly keep her hands off this one, her brain twisting itself into knots as she imagined all the different ways she longed to submit to it. She wanted it to take her perfect, soft, untouched body apart piece by piece by piece and-

Her hand flew to her face, catching herself.

Was…? Was she seriously…?! With a bokoblin?! How could she have such thoughts?! It was a monster! It was a minion of Ganon, sworn to do nothing less than destroy her kingdom, slaughter her people, and spread vile darkness! It wasn’t just a pest, it was a demon! It needed to be put down before-!

The bokoblin belched, cum flicking off its dick as it did. Thoughtlessly, it reached down and tore off its own loincloth, before wiping it up its burbling shaft to soak up the cum. It was left completely dripping wet, the cloth then getting flung unceremoniously at Zelda’s feet. Now completely naked, the thing somehow looked even more heinously bestial. It was nothing more than a naked, grunting brute! This one was probably barely old enough to know what sex was, and was probably grappling with similar hormones to her. Ganon was defeated. This… this thing was just a leftover, moldy scrap from his army of darkness. It’s only purpose now was to hunt and kill and… and fuck. 

Clearly, this one was more interested in pleasuring itself than just about anything else. 

Zelda stared at the discarded loincloth, which practically sizzled on the ground with its raw, sexual odor. She could smell it wafting up to her nostrils, singing away the parts of her brain that were doubting itself. It was like the fumes from its cum-soaked underwear alone were rewriting her rationale and reason. 

This bokoblin… no! It’d-! It’d killed Hylians! It was a threat! It needed to be killed! Where were her guards?! 

Zelda stumbled.

It needed to be…

She fell to her knees, her hand landing on the soaked loincloth with a wet splat. Cum pooled between her fingers as she bowed her head, desire gnawing away at her barriers. Why had she come here? To confront this thing? Yes, that was it! She’d come here to confront it and punish it for using her Slate! Her… her Slate…

Zelda felt her heart drum in her chest, her stomach so lovely and full of the creature’s cum that she almost felt drunk. 

Her Slate… those pictures. 

She looked up at the thing as its cock rose up to its full, impenetrable height again. Goddess, how could a teenager possess such raw, unparalleled power?! He was… such a… such a specimen…

Link…

Zelda held a cum-soaked hand to her face, accidentally getting some of the sticky good on her… her lips. What would Link think if he saw her like this? What would any of her subjects think if they knew their precious Princess was violating herself with a bloody bokoblin?! 

She watched the thing balance a skull on the end of its cock, her stomach twisting a little. Still, it was nothing compared to the heat deep inside her, that threatened to stay with her forever. In a way, it was invigorating. In a way, it was smothering. She couldn’t think. She could hardly breathe! All she could do was stare at that thing’s cock as it drooled cum down its veiny shaft, begging for someone to lick it off.

Zelda hung her head.

She couldn’t look at it.

She had to look away. She had to get her mind off that thing’s big, drooling manhood or she’d never feel sane again! She had to get back to the castle, get back to Link, find some modicum of sanity that she could clutch onto or she’d lose her blasted mind! She ground her one relatively clean hand against her face, the pulsating need in her stomach only getting harder and harder and hotter and hotter by the second.

Finally, she swallowed.

She would do it. She would leave. She would crawl away and-

Something grabbed her by the back of the head. She was lifted slightly by a fistful of hair, dragged forward towards… towards it. Towards its bed, towards its tent, towards the puddle of mud formed from its foul spunk mixing with the dirt. Zelda tried to cry out, but her throat sealed shut. She was pulled towards it, and dropped on the ground in a huddle as it fell back on its butt.

“You… you brute!” she spat, crawling to her hands and knees, “You… savage!” she felt her heart hammer harder as she met its gaze, “You… f-foul… you…” 

She found herself unable to stare past it any longer. The massive pillar that loomed in front of her was too captivating to ignore. Her eyes glazed over as she stared up at it, her brain refusing to work right as she took it all in. It was… magnificent…

It was unlike anything she’d ever seen before…

The bokoblin grunted down at her, as if just… ordering her to take care of it.

“Oh…” her expression softened, “Oh my…” she took his cock again in her hands, reverently, like she was scared of breaking it, “You’ve… you’ve done nothing but torment me e-ever since I found my Slate again…” she mumbled, “I’m sure it’s you…”

What was she saying…?

“I know it was you…”

What did she care?!

“You… you took those awful, awful pictures…”

It didn’t matter! Stop!

“And ever since then… I…” her breath poured against his throbbing, rock-hard cock in needy clouds, “I haven’t felt like much of a princess…”

Stop! Stop, stop, STOP!

She shifted her weight, slowly crawling up his body as he lounged back on his primitive bedspread, “I… I haven’t felt much like a princess… at all…” she murmured, only stopping when her face was level with his. Her breath was so hot and so hard she felt like it would catch him on fire. And yet, as his nose snuffled and sniffled mere inches from her lips, she got the sense he was just enjoying the smell of her breath. “I haven’t felt… like a princess… at all…” she whispered, “I’ve felt… so much better…”

Her hand was on his shaft, guiding it into her before she could ever realize what was happening. It hit her lower lips like a battering ram, the Princess immediately stiffening as it kissed her down there. She bent double, breathing hard and fast as she grappled with terror and desire by the fistful. Her hand braced against the creature’s flabby chest as she slowly forced herself to take him, feeling his head alone split her open like a ripe fruit. She shuddered, whimpered, spasmed, trembled; his cock dug into her inch by unyielding inch until she could only let out a rapturous, heaving gasp. It loosened her, miraculously, her body suddenly starting to… accept him. Suddenly, it was like her most sacred area was… pulling him in. He started to sink into her so easily it alarmed her, Zelda shuddering as her hips flicked out and her head craned back. She twisted, her thighs feeling like they were being pried apart by a massive, metal pillar rather than a cock. Still, it didn’t… hurt.

She shuddered, hand dragging against her face.

How… how did it not hurt…?

Was she truly just so desperate for this that her body was all-too-happy to accept it?! That was how it felt! This… this was everything she’d dreamed of! Ever since seeing that salaciously hard cock, she could only think of this. And here it was; filling her. She moaned pitiably as it filled her up, her hips feeling ready to burst. And yet, it just felt right. It felt like a missing piece of some hot, indulgent, drippy, lovely puzzle had finally socketed into place. Zelda threw her head back and stared at the sky, fingers in her hair.

Her full, perky butt quivered as her pussy consumed inch after inch of the creature’s turgid meat, her mind gone. There was only this maddeningly lewd dance between them, and the ragged, panting, sweaty fight to survive. Zelda felt its hands grab her hips and force her down faster, pain stabbing through her as she was stretched beyond what her body was ready for. She doubled over again, bracing her hands against whatever part of the creature she could reach. They found his chest and his mouth and his nose and his shoulder, clawing against them in a silent beg for mercy that went completely ignored. Instead, the bokoblin just squealed with mindless pleasure, obviously enjoying the feeling of her clenching sanctity too much to slow down. Zelda bent double and pressed her forehead to its nose, letting it sniff her delicately-scented hair. She fought back against its hands, trying to pull up and away from its pillar of a dick to little avail.

The added struggle, the simple, basic resistance, only warped her thoughts further. She ended up grinding against his manhood, feeling bumps and lumps and warts gnaw at her walls and make her quiver. Zelda shuddered and whimpered, her wrestling match with the creature churning and pulverizing her weeping pussy until she couldn’t tell where pain ended and bliss began. She bit down on the thing’s leathery skin and pulled, not caring if she hurt it, just wanting something to stop her from yelling! Her hips bucked against it, flicking the head of its cock hard against her wall in a way that drained her thighs of power. She held herself up by her arms alone, finding that her sadistic, buxom hips were still strong enough to seek further abuse. Mindlessly, they battered themselves against the creature’s curved cock, bludgeoning Zelda’s brain into submission until she could do nothing but clench on it, weep, and-

The world went black.

Zelda stopped being able to process anything.

When she emerged from the darkness, she felt like she was drowning, cresting for air for just a moment. She gasped, aware that her body was trembling, her eyes were rolling, her mouth was hanging open and-

Blackness.

Clenching, roiling blackness. She felt her fingers claw against leathery skin, felt powerful hands squeeze her hips and force them to keep moving, felt a warty cock churn up her royal depths.

She surfaced again, her thighs trembling, her pussy screaming, the cock inside her so unyielding in its sturdiness that she wanted to cry. Still, she couldn’t bear to be rid of it for even a second. She-

Blackness.

Zelda’s orgasm was so all-consuming it left her with nothing. When she surfaced finally, she was on her back, the creature rutting away on top of her. She screamed into the pounding, her hips so full she could hardly-

“Aaahhhnn…”

Her gaze rolled up to the creature, sappy and fawning and hot…

She could hardly imagine not loving it.

A hand grabbed the hair on top of her hand, and she took it, slowly dragging it down to cup her cheek. She nuzzled it even as breath was pounded from her lungs. The hot, meaty slap of his balls against her snatch was enough to squeeze stars into her vision, but as she lovingly kissed the brute’s palm, she found it so… perfect. It rut against her clenching pussy, Zelda aware of the bulge rhythmically forming in her stomach. It prodded up from just below her navel, her hand pressing against it just to-

Blackness.

Zelda could just feel… it. Its cock head from the outside, as it rammed against her palm and sent shivers down her spine. She savored the orgasm, surfacing just to watch as a drool poured from its tongue into her waiting mouth. She felt a thrill of disgust, only to feel it get quenched by pleasure. Her mouth hung open and she accepted the glistening chain of saliva into her mouth, feeling it break from the bokoblin’s lips and splatter against her face. She smeared it into her mouth, tasting pure, unadulterated sin and-

Blackness.

Throbbing, hot, pleasurable, pleasurable, pleasurable blackness.

She broke the surface gasping, her hips bouncing and full, her butt jiggling. She was riding the thing, giving it a nice view of her bare, arched back. Her ass quivered as she smacked it against its meaty balls, her pussy orchestrating her movements to ring as much pleasure as possible out of the thing’s meaty cock.

A hand grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind and a savage, drunken grin tore across her face. It pulled, Zelda having to fight to keep from falling backward. She gripped the thing’s bony legs and speared herself on it over and over, her body feeling wonderfully loose and unbearably full. Her hips sang with pleasure as she rammed his meaty head against a lovely, little spot that-

She shuddered from head to toe.

Her womb.

She was stabbing its bulbous, idiot crown against her cervix, like a battering ram trying to break down a door. The princess managed to throw a look back at the creature over her flexing shoulder as it gripped her hair, eyes… searching.

This creature? This brutish oaf?! She was seriously letting it knock against her innermost chamber with the promise of a rich, gooey, hot, steamy present?! Her eyes rolled back for a second. Its grip in her hair tightened. Her thighs trembled and burned. She honestly had no idea how long she’d been riding the thing like this, but given the fact it was dark out… Goddess, she still had no idea!

She let it pull her head back to an almost painful angle, prying loose a groan of primal, savage pleasure from her chest. It ground out of her like a boulder sliding between two rock faces, sending a vibration of pure ecstasy through her body. Goddess, how was she letting this depraved, primitive savage have his way with her?! Was she really okay with letting her most sacred spot - her womb - get filled with this beast’s heinous, profane seed?!

It let go of her hair, her head snapping back into place with a jolt. She threw it another back-glance, as if searching for an answer.

It fondled her ass, squeezed her hips, and occasionally spanked her hard enough to make her bleat. No matter how hard she looked, it was still the same ugly, moronic, thick-headed cretin it had always been. So why was she bouncing on it?! Why was she so happy to just ride its cock and let it ruin her?! Why did she want its seed so bad she could taste it?! Goddess, its balls were somehow still so thick and heavy and packed with cum, and yet it’d emptied them in her mouth just a little while ago!

How fast did it churn out more cum?! How potent was it?! 

By the Light, a cock like this could probably get anything pregnant! A cock like this-!

She shuddered.

Blackness.

All there was was the drumming of its head against her sanctity, and that voice screaming in her mind for it to cum. She wanted it. She wanted it so, so, so badly she could taste him in the back of her throat, and yet it was so wrong! She had to stop! She had to think clearly for a second and just stop! This couldn’t end well! It would cum inside her and - by all that was good - she just knew it’d get her pregnant! 

Her back arched.

She knew it’d…

Her sweaty chest heaved, erect nipples preening against the cool night air.

She… she knew it’d…

Her mouth dripped open. 

She knew.

All there was was the beating of its livid, corrupting head against her innermost chamber, the pull of its hand on her arm keeping her there like a slave, the squeeze of its fingers against her pumping thigh, hot breathing, cool air, sweat, her hard nipples, and that cock. That cock. It bullied her cervix, forcing her to break herself against it as her mind was completely… his. Her mind and body were clutched together like hands in prayer, wanting nothing more than to milk this monster of his cum. It pulled at her, desired her, needed her, and Zelda couldn’t resist. Her hips milked it, her womb dropping down until she could barely even take half its length anymore.

She tried to squeeze it out of herself, her walls tightening so hard she had to force her cunt back onto it, but she managed to keep riding. She felt its head grind against her cervix as the orgasm reached a crescendo and she could suddenly do nothing but flick desperately against his burbling crown. Precum? Not enough! She needed more! She needed more!

Her hips flicked desperately, angry tears running down her cheeks as she physically begged for it to just cum! Cum inside her! Fill her! What else was the stupid thing good for?! All it was put in this blasted kingdom to do was rut and cum and fuck! And she’d been fucking it for so long, she could barely move! Just cum! Cum! Cum!

A hand yanked at her hair as the other held her arm, Zelda gritting her teeth as pain clawed at her scalp.

Goddess, it was so good!

She let out a rapturous gasp.

Her eyes opened, rolling back, finding… him.

The sex - the mad, livid, dirty, violent sex - was all thanks to him. This idiotic, immature bokoblin full of more bile and hatred than the lowest criminal in her dungeons; he was so bloody good! She felt her womb drop down to tenderly kiss its angry tip, her chest heaving in sweaty, panting submission. Her mind was gone. Her head was empty. She just wanted him to cum in her and fill her up, and she didn’t care how blasted long it took!

Her hips started bucking against him, grinding away at his length as a dizzying sense of bliss wrapped itself snugly around her heavy-lidded eyes and-

Blackness.

Blackness, blackness, blackness!

Goddess, when would it end?! She was drowning in it; drowning in the dark, black, cloying oblivion of rapture, hardly able to breathe or think or-!

Zelda breached the inky surface of her own orgasm gasping for breath, on her hands and knees. Her ass was up, her face was down, and the bokoblin squatted behind her, hips swinging. It smacked its wide, meaty hips against her ass with a mindless, rutting rhythm, its heavy, cum-filled balls snapping against her twat every time it bottomed out inside her. How long had it been since she’d blacked out?! How long had they been doing this?! Every time she came to, every time the orgasm released her, it felt like days had passed! She felt like she’d spent untold ages with her loathsome lover, savoring each other’s bodies, indulging in each other’s violence, basking in bliss!

How long had she been getting bred by this stupid, lowly, little-?!

A hand clapped across her ass, causing her - to her surprise - to… giggle?!

Zelda felt the wolf-life smile tear at her pretty lips as she gazed back at the thing hungrily, watching it clap against her butt. Its hands were nice and big - dark, muscular, rough - the perfect compliment for her eminently grippable hips. She mewled reverently as she felt his masculinity grind out of her cloying depths, her pussy dragging against it, sucking it, licking it, kissing it, desperate for it to-

He shoved himself back into her so easily she might as well have been breathing. Her ass - her fit, supple, flawless ass - was broken in half by the bokoblin’s ugly, dirty wood. She could feel her lower mouth sucking and savoring it, feel her walls get dragged as the salaciously curved rod pulled out, and realized that her pretty womanhood and his ugly manhood fit together like they were made for each other. Another spank made her gasp a rye laugh, her eyes scanning up to him.

“You… brute!” she spat playfully, surprised at how saucy her voice sounded, “N-nobody in all the Kingdom would ever even dream of-” she was cut off for a moment by another spank that turned her already-abused cheek red and raw. It stung, but the way it made her butt jiggle - the ripple of force that went through it - made her just feel so delightfully… feminine! “Nobody would ever even dr-dream of treating me like this!” she panted, her smile fracturing by the heavy, gutting thrust, “You vile-!” another spank and she bowed her head, “Vile bru-brute!” she gasped, able to feel him pound against her cervix again as he just fed his cock to her weeping cunt. Zelda clawed at the ground, her consciousness flickering on and off, “Savage!” another smack, “Fiend!” another, “Monster!”

A hand grabbed her hair and yanked, pulling her up, exposing her drunken, giddy grin to the world. Her eyes rolled back and empty; her mouth open in an eternal moan; her cheeks stained with sinful, incriminating blush. He dropped her and Zelda’s cheek landed on the dirt. The bokoblin rose up a little, angling his dick down slightly to drill into her cunt from a new, higher angle. His strokes became deeper, harder, more deliberate. Each one shook Zelda to her core until-

Blackness.

She emerged from it screaming, her arms around the creature as she sat in its lap, riding its cock to milky, white, spurting oblivion. It had cum in her. How had she not noticed it had cum in her?! Had it done it multiple times?! How many?! It had cum! She was full of its cum, the seed seeping into her womb so hot and heavy and-

-and perfect!

Zelda hung her head back, her hips mindlessly churning the bokoblin’s molten essence inside her, drilling its head against her cervix as if trying to push more cum into it.   She could feel her castle falling, her walls collapsing, her inner sanctum being flooded by the enemy. She was being plundered so completely; seeded by the lowliest minion of Ganon. Had he won? Was this his victory? Would he be laughing to himself if he could see her now, or would even he be surprised at how far she’d sunk?!

And how much further she wanted to sink…

Zelda dragged her fingers across her tongue mindlessly, rising up on the creature’s turgid length just a bit and rubbing her aching cunt. She did it without even knowing what she was doing, guided by an innate desire to just feel good. The rubbing helped to soothe her abused sex, her clit screaming with joy as it finally got some much needed attention and-

She seized up.

Goddess, was she cumming again? 

She slammed herself back down on the monstrous length, hiccuping in sheer, dick-drunk thoughtlessness. She let the bokoblin grab her hips and roll them against its cock until it was finished belching out more cum. It finished planting its seed in her before tossing her off and using her to clean its member. Zelda let it, drinking down mouthful after mouthful of the noxious, thought-evaporating ooze until she could hardly stand it. The bokoblin slipped its length out of her mouth, letting it land with a smack across her sweaty, flush, gorgeous face. Who else in all the kingdom would dare treat their Princess like this?!

Not even the most contemptible and perverted scoundrel in all of Hyrule would take such liberties with her so… so callously! And yet this creature was treating her like just another mate! Just a broodmare to plug up and fuck and inseminate and abandon! The fiend! How could he be so thankless?! How could he take such proclivities with her?! 

She was Princess Zelda!

She wasn’t just some common trollop!

He should’ve been worshipping her! Cherishing her! Anyone else in the kingdom would’ve given anything for a night with her, and yet this stupid, stupid, stupid bokoblin had it all land right in his lap and he just seemed so thoroughly ungrateful! Did he even realize he was planting his ugly, foul seed in the womb of royalty?! He-!

Zelda was grabbed by the arm and lifted.

Oh… Goddess…

She surfaced riding him. Riding him and riding him and riding him, her hair stringy, sweat pouring down her skin, her eyes heavy and hot and filled with that same old lust. She moaned as he beat her pussy, her hands bracing against his chest. She switched her pace. Instead of grinding forward and back against him, she started bouncing, the feeling of a skin clapping against skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her butt - her nice, full, voluptuous butt - clapped against the creature’s wide, dirty hips like slow, sinful applause.

Goddess, she was… a woman.

This was what she was meant for! Her hips were meant to be held, her tits were meant to be sucked, her butt was meant to be spanked and drilled and jiggle, and her hair was meant to be pulled!

She clapped her hips down on him again and again, cum leaking out her mouth as she did.

Was that cum from the last load? Was it what she had just cleaned off his member, or…?

Zelda’s brain lost focus. How long had they been doing this?! And how much longer could he possibly go?! The bokoblin practically seemed asleep beneath her, and yet its roaring manhood was just as sturdy and rabid as it had been back when she was… a virgin…

Zelda gazed down at her scrawny, juvenile lover. If he were a human, she’d have to assume he’d be some gawky, pig-nosed, ugly, little bully. The kind that had picked on her when she was younger, not caring that she was a princess. As a bokoblin, he at least had… stamina. Her eyes flooded with warmth for him as she rode. Delicately, she swiped blonde hair between her pointy ear and lowered herself down, pressing a kiss to his wet, snuffling snout. Zelda let them linger there for a moment longer than she intended, before a soft, velvety breath broke it off.

Her eyes crossed.

Her back arched forward, his cock surging inside her and instantly bringing her up to a sudden, electrifying, hot, creamy, crushing, delightful, delicious, swelling, pumping, churning, throbbing, melting, mind-numbing-

Blackness.

Zelda’s eyes snapped open.

Instantly, she was aware of a number of things:

Her mouth tasted rather awful, her legs were unbelievably sore, and her head was ringing.

And also, she was curled up next to a bokoblin.

Instantly, she shrieked and shot away from it, only to feel her legs go out beneath her. She collapsed naked on the dirt, scrambling away as best she could despite scraping her soft, delicate skin as she did. She scrambled to her feet, quickly finding what remained of her dress - torn to pieces and covered in thick, ichorous essence - and holding it up to cover her indecency. Her mind raced to piece together just what in all that was good had happened last night and-

She felt something drip out of her pussy.

Heat crept up the back of her neck as she… remembered. Everything.

The pictures, the bokoblin, the… ‘indiscretions’. 

And the pleasure. The hot, pounding, drippy pleasure. It came rushing back to her, instantly turning her legs to jelly again as her heart sank even faster than her body. She hit the dirt in a wide-eyed mess, hardly able to believe what she’d done! With a bokoblin?! How could she-?! How could-?! Oh, Goddess, it didn’t matter how good it felt, it was still-!

She jumped as the creature shifted and snuffled in its sleep, her heart skipping an indignant beat as she saw that it was clutching her Sheikah Slate. That wretched, little villain! 

Zelda huffed and quickly crossed over to it, snatching the device from its paw before striding back across the little clearing to make some distance. Stupid, lowly, thieving, little-! She shook her head, heart still hammering. What was she supposed to do?! How could she come back from this?! A blasted bokoblin had planted its seed in her womb and she had wanted it to! Perhaps she could claim that it’d been forced on her - and no doubt she would be believed, given the alternative - but that didn’t change things for her. She had actually wanted it. She’d wanted to get held down and bred and filled and-

She swallowed, her fingers trembling. She glanced back at the bokoblin.

Still asleep. Good. That was good. Perfectly good. It wasn’t going to sneak up on her like this and pin her down and use that great, big cock to scoop her out and make her-

Zelda stumbled a little.

It was a nightmare. Even after all of that she was still feeling… certain compulsions. They’d fucked all bloody night as far as she could tell, and yet some sadistic little part of her was still hungry for more. The princess shook her head, certain she knew how this whole mess had come about. She apparently had lower inhibitions than she thought. That, or bokoblin cum was some kind of endlessly potent aphrodisiac. That certainly would’ve made sense, given…

Zelda huffed out through her nose.

This was all his fault. If he hadn’t swiped her blasted Slate, she probably would be at home right now, sleeping peacefully! Instead, she was out in the middle of the blasted woods, naked, and full of a thick, yellowish substance that made her skin tingle and head feel light and her mind seem to wander inevitably back to… him.

Zelda glared down at her Sheikah Slate.

She had it once again, and that was that.

What she needed now was a hot bath, another hot bath, and then potentially some medicine to take care of whatever problem might be brewing in her ‘inner chamber’. 

Zelda dressed quickly and angrily, using rage and indignance to stifle any funny thoughts she might’ve been having. What few clothes she could scavenge barely covered her half as much as they should have, but that was better than nothing, certainly. She was just kicking herself for dressing so lightly to begin with! No armor? No protection? Goddess, she was thick sometimes!

Zelda arrived back at the castle in a huff, much to the alarm of her guards. A ‘misadventure’ was all they needed by way of an explanation before they stopped asking questions. She’d landed in hairier situations and been gone for longer. This was nothing too terribly new, though her mood was far more foul than it ever had been before. 

It took her three entire baths to scrub the feeling of the bokoblin brute off her skin and get it nice and pink and warm again and clean again. She seriously doubted that a bokoblin actually could get a Hylian pregnant, so there was no point in humoring the idea. It simply made no sense. That was like a horse getting a cuckoo pregnant! It was absurd! 

Zelda sulked in the tub, blowing angry bubbles until she finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

She returned to her room and slammed the door, swiping her Slate off the bed. She needed to clean it… again.

What a royal pain in the butt! 

And it was no doubt sullied with more idiotic, pointless images!

Zelda swallowed hard and angrily opened the gallery. More pictures of his length? Surely. More random blurs and blobs of movement and-

Her breath caught in her chest.

She swiped to another picture.

She stared.

“Oh…” was all she could say. Her fingers tugged at her lip as she poured through them, hardly able to believe her eyes. Obviously, there was the odd blur or mess of blobs - a picture too haphazard and vague to mean anything - but most of them were…

Zelda blushed.

They were of… her. 

In a way, she barely recognized the girl in the picture. She’d never seen herself in such a light before. She’d taken the odd naughty picture with the Slate before, but this was on another level. She couldn’t remember any of them being taken, but the entire previous night was a blur, so it made sense that her paramour had snuck a picture or two when she wasn’t even cognizant. 

Her body twisted in lust, a frankly massive cock stuffing her and making her mewl; her mouth on his length, cleaning it dutifully; her on her back, getting filled so deep she could see a bulge in her own stomach; his hands in her hair, holding her in place as she could only imagine she took as much of him as she could straight own her throat. Her face wasn’t even visible, but she knew what was happening.

She felt a lump in her throat.

That taste…

Picture after picture…

Zelda’s hand went to her heart as she swiped to another. She looked like she was in agony the way her body was all twisted, but she knew better. The way she was clutching her own breast, the way her hand was clawing at his forearm, the wetness… the wetness. The picture was perfect in a sick, perverted way. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was loving on his cock like an obsession. Her juices were soaking his length of wood to a slick shine, her lower lips beaten red and angry, her thighs parts and drenched. 

She’d never seen herself like that. Never dreamed of seeing herself like that. It was antithetical to everything the Slate was meant to be used for, and yet… wasn’t this perfect? It was meant to capture beauty, and this… this twisted, convulsing display of raw animal hunger was… beauti-

“Princess!” a knock at the door nearly caused her to drop her Slate. She nervously flicked a length of gold, silky hair behind her ear as she turned wide, panicked eyes to the door to her bedchamber. Her Steward was there, calling for her. “Young Master Link has just arrived in town! Are you still in need of his company?”

Zelda’s hands shook.

What would Link think if he saw these pictures? A sadistic, evil part of herself that hadn’t existed before wanted to know, but the real Princess - the kind, innocent, noble one - knew she had to take these to her grave. Nobody else could ever see them. Not these pictures, or the ones from before, or…

She flicked to another image and sighed, dreamily.

She was being taken from behind, her lovely ass getting split open by a thick, nobbly red cock that looked as angry and vicious as a rabid dog.

Or-

“Princess?” she jumped again, almost thankful to be snapped out of her own daydream, “I’m not interrupting something, am I?”

“Not at all!” she called, nerves, nerves, and more nerves turning her panic into slightly-giggly anxiety, “Link’s here? That… that’s wonderful…” she flicked to another image. Another. Another. It was a feast. “That’s lovely…” she mumbled, feeling her skin heating up again, “But-! But I think…” she stopped at an image of the bokoblin’s dick flopped across her face, her mouth open and full of cum. When in blazes had it taken this?! She couldn’t even remember! She’d… she’d posed for him?! She actually been so lost to desire that she’d willingly let him take her picture?! She’d let him get evidence of their union?! Goddess above, how good had it been?!

How… how good had it bee-?

“Princess? I’m afraid I didn’t quite hear-”

“I’m-!” she felt her heart hammering so hard it made it difficult to breathe, “I think… there’s someone else I’d… ra… rather…” she stared down at the image. The cock drooling cum like a slavering beast, its thickness, its size, and… her. That look in her eyes. That look of complete and total adoration. She lived to be of service to him. In that moment, she knew that there was nothing else on her mind but milking him dry. And - if her shreds of memories were anything to go by - she’d lived up to her purpose last night…

“I think…” she spoke aloud, her voice clearer. More focused. Resolved, “I think there’s someone else… I’d rather see right now…”

Her thighs twitched.

“Ah. Of course.” her Steward excused himself, leaving her alone with the Slate. 

And the pictures.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her skin prickled.

Zelda’s fingers ghosted along the edge of the slate, her mind already swimming with desire.

The things he’d made her do…

The things he’d make her do again…

She shivered. Her gaze went to the nearby balcony, the doors open, the sky beyond visible. 

She knew where he lived. She could visit again. She just had to make sure that no wayward adventurer or gallant guard killed the juvenile brute in the meantime. What could she do with him, though? Perhaps she could bring him in as a bokoblin refugee. Or just take him prisoner and keep him locked up until she had use for him. Or…

Her eyes flicked down to the image again.

Her mouth open, tongue out, showing him she’d been a good girl and drunk so much of his cum; it was clear that he held all the power. He deserved more. Better. 

Zelda’s hand trembled.

After all, he was a male. A strong, savage male that just existed to rut and thrust and cum and breed. Her job as a woman was to carry his children and raise them and nurture them. Really… really, he should’ve been the ruler, and she would just be his queen. No… more like his concubine. After all, it was impossible to see the look in her eyes as she swallowed his cum and still see her as a Princess. Her features were so soft, so submissive, so devoted and needy and desperate for him. She wanted him. She needed him.

This… Zelda massaged her forehead, This can’t possibly end well.

 She felt a shiver run up her back, originating from her womb. It’d taken such a beating the previous night. She’d been violated and filled up and topped off and… and in a way, she couldn’t help but feel something… tingling. But, as bokoblin cum began penetrating into her royal ovum and her body gave up its one last line of defense against it, she was blissfully unaware. Zelda wrote off the slight tingle as nothing more than aftershocks, blissfully unaware of the fact that her womb was surrendering to the onslaught of thick, vile, brutish bokoblin sperm that permeated it. 

Maybe… she set the Slate aside, Maybe… I should go and see Link, after all.

With that, her last egg was breached, and the Princess was claimed.

Her fingers left the Slate, so many pictures still intact.

She would delete them… later…