Chapter 0 - Prologue

This is a work of erotic fan fiction. Fetishes included are: Futanari, futa-on-futa, huge/hyper cock, penis and testicle expansion, breast expansion, lactation, cum inflation, and full-body penetration. The action is a little slow to start; this is erotica, not simply smut, and time is dedicated to building up characters and setting. Sex-to-story ratio: 9/1
 
Prologue
Princess Zelda sat behind the grand oak desk of her study, the mid-morning sun streaming through the tall and elegant windows at her back. In the highest tower of Hyrule Castle, all was silent--the voices of the townsfolk far below were lost in the distance, the hustle and bustle of the castle itself muted by the layers and floors of solid grey stone. Not even the birds sang at this great height, most choosing their nests in the warm trees of the gardens far below.
The only sound was the scritching and scratching of her quill on paper, and the occasional tap tap as she dipped its tip back in the well of ink. The perfect silence was usually one of tranquility, a peace that focused her mind on the task at hand. Today, however, it was slow and dreary; her normally sharp intellect was dulled and drowsy. The warm sun at her back lured her towards sleep and dreams and more… pleasurable activities.
She ignored its beckon. The management of an empire was no small task; the commoners often imagined her as the pampered noble, sitting on her throne for days on end and eating delicacies and cake. Far from it; in her twenty three years of life and four years as sovereign ruler, she had already spent far more hours at her desk than she ever would on her throne.
She sighed as she signed her name and stamped her insignia beneath the paper she had spent the morning drafting, making it law. An urgent law, a law that had needed to be finished that very day. A damned law important enough to delay her morning rituals.
She set her quill down, watching out of the corner of her eye as two more quills on the far side of the room mirrored the motion and laid beside two identical papers as the one before her. Everything, of course, had to be in triplicate.
She raised her hand towards the duplicate papers and they disappeared, teleported by her magic to those that needed them. Finally, task done, her dreary mind could focus on the incessant warmth pressing against the folds of her dress and--
A knock at the door drew a silent scowl. It disappeared as fast as it came behind a mask of royal composure, and she beckoned, “Enter.”
The door opened and the warmth between Zelda’s legs surged. Impa, her most senior retainer, entered the study and bowed. Zelda’s eyes could not turn away from the vast expanse of cleavage exposed in that respectful gesture, the traditional garb of the Sheikah wrapped tight against her lusciously curved body. The assassin was twice her age, but it hardly seemed to matter; Impa was the perfect ideal of fitness, and all that her years had done to her was grace her with the air and figure of a woman mature.
Zelda forced her mind off its lecherous track as Impa raised herself out of her bow. The gentle heat and soft press of Zelda’s loins had become a raging fire and roaring demand in those few moments; she knew it showed in the flush of her face.
Impa, ever vigilant, surely noticed. Impa, ever graceful, made no mention of it. “Your Highness, I’ve brought the report of state of affairs for your review.”
Zelda leaned back, waving her on. “Read it.”
Impa bowed her head and lifted the paper. “Yes, milady. Firstly, Princess Ruto of the Zoras continues to insist that--”
“Yes yes, I'm aware of that, I just finished dealing with it. Continue.” Princess Ruto was a noble leader, and a beautiful one, and Zelda counted her among her friends. The Zora people themselves, however, perturbed her. Their beauty to behold did not stop their touch to be as wet as a fish’s. 
Damnit, Impa has been talking. Zelda cursed herself silently, focusing back on her servant. She continued to read from her reports, and Zelda tried to listen. With every scrap of her willpower she tried to listen, but she could not--the fog in her mind originating from her groin blocked out all other noise but its own whining need.
“--and the tribute from the Gerudo tribe is becoming increasingly sporadic and… ungenerous. If this pattern continues--”
Zelda breathed a sighing “Enough.” Impa’s silence was immediate. The princess stood, halting as the motion bumped her hidden erection against the edge of the desk. Biting her lip as the wave of primal pleasure passed, she backed away and finished the motion.
Her erection, then, was not so hidden. Her long white dress may have covered the needful organ sprouting from between her legs, but it did not hide it. The insistent bulge was clearly visible through the fabric, and through the chainmail skirt beneath the fabric built to restrain it, and through the soft padded leather beneath that. 
“I can’t focus. The law is passed, the reports can wait. Now is the time for the ritual.”
Impa didn’t hide her appraisal of her master’s throbbing bulge. Her eyes were not filled with need, but with disapproval. “You cannot restrain yourself long enough to--”
Zelda stepped around her wide desk with an amused smile, stepping uncomfortably into Impa’s personal space. The Sheikah warrior did not react as her master’s hand closed around Impa’s own cock, as hidden by her clothing as her breasts were--every detail of it clear through the tightness of its prison.
Zelda’s smile was demure as she said “Perhaps I would have lasted longer, if you had any sense of modesty. There’s only so much I can resist.”
Impa’s hand entwined around Zelda’s wrist and gently coaxed it away, a soft suggestion more than a push. Her eyes, too, were softer, and she said in a low tone “Perhaps it is time you perform the ritual. Shall we walk together?”
Shameless at her brazen act, Zelda closed her eyes and nodded. “Of course.” Impa turned on her heel and together they exited the study. “Are the seven matrons gathered?”
“T-they are…” 
The voice that answered was many things. It was cute, it was nervous, it was eager, it was confused. But one thing it very definitely was not was Impa’s.
Zelda turned a curious eye to the young girl standing outside her study’s door. No, not girl. Young was correct, but she was a woman--just barely. Her lips were quivering with the pounding of her heart, her hands clasped tightly together over her waist, her arms held straight down over her modest bust. Her hair was a light blue, and swept sweetly over her forehead.
The Princess smiled at the girl. “Hello, sweetie. Who are you?” Her gaze was friendly, but it was also far more obviously hungry.
The girl made a soft “Eep!” noise at being addressed, shrinking further into herself.
Impa answered for her. “As Matron Ireleth has retired, young Cynthia will take her place from now on.”
“Ah.” Zelda nodded, and resumed walking down the hall outside her study. “That is for the best then. Did you have a question, Cynthia?”
The young woman ‘eep!’ed again and jumped into motion to catch up, nodding nervously. “You-you said ‘matrons…’ I thought w-we were the seven maidens?”
Zelda laughed, and gave her a suggestive smile. “If the ritual required maidens, Hyrule would be barren of virgins within five years.”
Cynthia’s eyes drifted down to Zelda’s dress, and the straining bulge of her engorged cock trapped within. Her cheeks burned six shades of red. “Oh goddess…”
“Goddess indeed. Nayru, specifically. Come now, I cannot wait any longer.”
The three women walked through the halls of Hyrule Castle, the new matron following behind the others as they navigated the corridors and corners without a thought. Their path ended in the heart of the castle, an enormous vault built deep in the foundation.
The soft blue light in the large bare room was muted, cast by gently burning blue candles. Five women in loose robes were gathered inside already, standing around a large ritual ring carved into the stone of the floor. They turned to the princess and bowed as one as she entered.
“Matrons.” Zelda dipped her head to them. “No formalities, I want to begin immediately.”
“Yes, Princess.” They answered as one, and the robes dropped from their shoulders to reveal their nude bodies. Each of them was gorgeous, each with some combination of soft breasts, wide child-bearing hips, and dangling cocks that made them the utmost echelon of desirable.
Zelda’s eyes snapped wide open, her mouth following shortly after. “No wait, not before I--!”
CRUNCH.
Zelda winced as blood flooded into her engorged member, swelling it with such speed and force that it shredded clear through both metal and fabric in her dress in a single explosive surge of growth. Popped steel rings chimed as they bounced off the stone floor, Zelda biting her lip as her enormous member settled in the open air to bounce in eager anticipation with her pulse.
Zelda groaned, first with undeniable pleasure, then with exasperation and remorse. “Gods dammit, not another one… Impa?”
“I anticipated this would happen again soon. The royal armorer and dressmaker has been making your replacement under-dress for two weeks now.”
Zelda shook her head with a soft smile and closed eyes. “Ohhh, that poor woman must find me the most troublesome mistress…” She turned her eyes to her own body, and ruined clothing. “No use to it now.” She reached up, unclasping the golden shoulder pauldrons and removing them, before unweaving the lace at her dress’ back. She slid the ensemble up, over her head, leaving her body bare in its wake. She discarded the clothing with a careless toss, and placed her hands on her hips to survey her assembled matrons.
The chill air of the dark room hardened her pert nipples, standing at eager attention on the face of her supple breasts. They hung low and ponderous on her chest, gravity pulling lustfully at their mass, yet they remained firm and youthful. Each was the size of her head, their nipples the width of thumbs and the length of finger nails.
Her skin was pale from the long hours spent in this chamber, her only exposure to the sun coming from the window in her office. The contours of her body lead the eyes down from her breasts across her taut, muscled stomach, to the looming figure of her cock and balls. The shaft was the length and width of her forearm, 19 inches long and three inches wide, bobbing with her pulse--which was rapid and eager. Her testicles were the size of tangerines, each one a weighty mass that would rest solidly in one’s palm. The skin of her scrotum was smooth, taut, and hairless--as it was across the rest of her body.
Cynthia’s eyes shot wide as they drank in the view of her monarch’s bountiful rear, flaring out with her hips and seeming as if to reach across the distance, calling her towards them like an irresistible siren’s song. Before she even realized it, her fingers were sinking into the pillowy flesh of Zelda’s round ass, eyes locked on the hypnotizing flow of flesh beneath her hands.
Cynthia’s penis, four inches long and below average in size, tented the folds of her skirt. It longed for that delicious ass, hounded for it. In that moment she wanted nothing else out of life but to sink her modest girth into the luscious folds of her lord’s velvet crevice.
Zelda’s turned head, flashing her an amused smirk, crumbled that single-minded desire and woke Cynthia up to what she was doing. Her hands recoiled, Zelda’s ass continuing to bounce for several seconds from the force of their removal, and her face burned with shame.
“F-forgive me, I--”
Her words cut out when Zelda’s cock touched the bare flesh of her belly button, reaching across the two feet separating it from Zelda’s groin. A moment later, the Princess’s hand cupped the side of Cynthia’s face. “Shush, young one. You’re in the unrestrained presence of the Triforce of Vitality. Not one woman in this room was capable of controlling themselves on their first encounter.”
Cynthia found it difficult to concentrate on Zelda’s words while that glorious penis bobbed against her stomach. The head was the size of a fist--not her fist, which was dainty and feminine, but a big fist, the meaty fist of a blacksmith or a carpenter. It was hot, the heat of it moving across their touching skin and warming her insides. That warmth trickled down her navel into the hem of her skirt as a continuous line of slick precum drooled from the mouth of that soft, spongy cock head.
Her penis was soft to the touch, the flesh of it giving beneath Cynthia’s fingers, shifting with the motion of her hand, but beneath that softness was such incredible rigidity that the greatest steel in the world could not match it for hardness. A soft squeeze elicited a low moan and a greater gush of searing, tingling precum.
Zelda’s fingers gently closed around Cynthia’s wrist, and pulled it away from her cock. Cynthia hadn’t even realized, again, that she had grabbed the royal appendage. She opened her mouth to stammer an apology but Zelda shushed Cynthia by pressing Cynthia’s own finger to her lips. Zelda then took that finger and traced it around the base of her nineteen inch cock, and then guided it lower to encompass her balls. Above her shaft, where her pubic hair would grow if she had any, was the empty, golden outline of a triangle. Two more marked her testicles, one on each, however the bottom right triangle was filled and pulsed with a soft, golden light.
“The sacred power of the goddess Nayru dwells within me, granting me her vitality and power. You are inexperienced to its effects, and so it is overwhelming your mind with lust and desire. Calm yourself, recite your prayers and meditation.”
Cynthia closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to clear her thoughts for meditation. It had the opposite effect, the musky scent of sex and royal, sacred flesh filling her nose and causing her to shudder with unrestrained lust.
Zelda laughed and shook her head. “Hahaha, poor girl. What you feel now is how I feel every moment of the day. Or would, in any case, if it weren’t for the ritual we have gathered for. I will fill the seven of you with my power, and your prayers shall channel it to bless and protect the land. Sit back and observe for now; I shall join with you second.”
Zelda turned and walked away, Cynthia whimpering at her absence. The five naked women and Impa, still clothed, spread out around the carved circle in the floor, taking their places in front of the seven lounge-like beds along its circumference while Cynthia watched. 
The first woman Zelda approached was large. Taller than the Princess by a head, with low-hanging and weighty breasts that dwarfed hers several times over and obscured a belly that was soft but not large. Her hips and thighs were equally wide and fleshy, softness one could sink a whole hand into with ease. Zelda stopped inches from the woman, the matron’s breasts pressing against the Princess’ stomach, while the Princess’s cock pressed into the matron’s.
            Zelda cupped her hands around the matron’s cheeks, pulling her head down and touched their foreheads together. “For the bounty of the land and harvest.” She whispered, and angled her hips to slide her drooling head into the matron’s waiting pussy.
Zelda’s hips rammed home and the thick woman moaned in instant ecstasy, the Princess joining that voice with her own before silencing both with a lustful, needy kiss that mashed their lips and tongues together while their bodies did the same, Zelda’s body slipping entirely within the matron’s cavernous cleavage. Zelda’s penis slid itself in up to the base, her immense girth stretching the woman’s cunt wide and round. It remained there for a moment while they occupied themselves with the kiss, then rapidly removed itself as Zelda’s hips withdrew. Her hips then slammed forward again, driving her cock in again with the speed of desperate desire.
Their hips gyrated against each other in that standing position for several thrusts before the matron slowly leaned back and down, leading them both down onto the lounge behind. The matron’s legs spread wide and Zelda laid between them, thrusting madly again and again, piledriving the sopping pussy with the full length of her unmatched cock while their moans echoed through the stony chamber.
Zelda’s hand reached up and slapped down on the matron’s fat right breast, the flesh molding around her groping fingers, her enormous areolas peeking out around the edges of the royal palm. She mashed and kneaded the flowing tit while her cock pounded endlessly into the matron’s pussy, stretching it tight around her. The woman's cunt spread wide to accept her, hugging her monstrous girth, squeezing every inch and vein while her own cock wobbled wildly between the two sweat-slicked bodies. It pulsed and erupted a thick glob of creamy cum which landed between her own tits and was immediately smeared all across them as their wildly bouncing, lurching motion clapped them together and apart and rubbed them one against the other. The matron’s cock ejaculated with every orgasm which rocked her pussy, on every third thrust of Zelda’s monstrous log.
The liquid squelch of cock and pussy sliding against each other, the wet slap of Zelda’s huge balls smacking against the matron’s ass, their joined grunts and moans and the matron’s multiple screams of throbbing climax all joined together as the soundtrack of the ritual. Time blended and warped for all in the room, the six other women lost in witnessing their bond.
Zelda’s pace increased, the squelch and slaps of her passion sounding every second before her back arched and she pushed herself as deep as she could reach. A scream of pleasure escaped her gaping lips and the matron gasped as that arm-length log bucked inside of her. Thick white fluid surged in overwhelming waves from the huge slit of the princess’s urethra, Zelda’s member pulsing as it ejaculated inhuman volumes of sticky, viscous cum.
Throb after throb, pulse after pulse, pump after pump sent heavy globs of semen into the hungry vagina, far longer than any normal Hylian’s orgasm. As the Princess came, her balls began to inflate under her soft, supple ass. They pulsed and swelled with every throb of her cock and buck of her hips. Five, ten, twenty, fifty seconds passed as the Princess continued to cum and moan, and her balls slowly doubled in size until they were as large as apples. 
The matron’s soft belly began to grow firm beneath the softness, her womb filling to capacity and stretching beyond. The matron’s eyes rolled back into her head at the ecstasy as her stomach expanded like a pregnant woman’s, firm and round, growing up and into Zelda’s lithe form above. The Princess’ tongue lolled from her mouth as if to taste some teasing treat as the matron’s stomach grew into her, the pressure of Zelda’s own inflating ejaculate physically lifting her up in the air.
A delighted closed-eyed smile graced Zelda’s lips when her feet touched the floor once again, the slope of the matron’s distended belly pushing her upright. She shuddered and sighed, rubbing her hand over the matron’s stomach; it was a size beyond nine months pregnant.
The lids of the matron’s rolled-back eyes fluttered closed, before snapping fully open and glowing with a golden light. She began to chant a prayer in Old Hylian, the language for incantations and magic, and Zelda pulled herself free.
Immediately, a torrential outpouring of cum shot out from the matron’s cunt, streaming down specially carved channels in the chair that fed into more carved channels in the runic circle in the ground, the floor around them lighting up with golden power wherever the semen flowed. The rate of the flow increased the farther Zelda removed her member, until finally it was free in all its glory.
The Princess’ cock was larger than before by a handspan, longer and slightly wider. Thick ropes of jelly-thick cum extended from the body of her shaft to the matron’s sex, stuck to its sides, while a soft stream of fresh cum continued to trickle from her mouth-sized urethra. 
More cum joined the scene as Cynthia ejaculated on the spot.
Thin white streamers leapt out from Cynthia’s sub-average penis, mixing into the flow moving beneath Zelda’s feet through the grooves in the ritual circle. Mixing with it, joining with it as if she had the right to even stand in Zelda’s literally divine presence, much less mingle their seed! The shame of it destroyed Cynthia, made her wish desperately to be erased from the Goddesses’ world. While her cock had been the most visible offender, spewing its load to the Princess’ feet without the barest touch of stimulation or enticement, it was not the only one. Her pussy, as well, was doing its blasphemous work; gushes of lubricant poured like a sticky waterfall down her legs from her starving nether lips, running down her legs and soaking into her shoes. She had been too transfixed to remove her clothing as the others had.
Zelda watched the steady, leaping shots of cum that splashed in the middle of the room with quiet amusement. Before the orgasm had even ceased, she stepped up to Cynthia with a demure smile and eyes even more ravenous than before. Walking into Cynthia’s line of fire, ignoring the splashes of white exploding against her stomach, the Princess’ hand snatched Cynthia’s wrist and forced her palm down to Zelda’s balls, making Cynthia grab hold of the massive, heavy orbs. Just as she had seen, contrary to all logic and reason, instead of emptying themselves and shrinking from the unparalleled quantity of cum released mere moments before Zelda’s testicles were larger than before. Now they were the size of grapefruits, their immense circumference pressing their backs against Zelda’s thighs and jutting their faces several inches forward.
“Now, sweet, young Cynthia,” Zelda whispered with a loving smile, “it is your turn.” She pressed her forehead to Cynthia’s, her royal breath filling the maiden’s nose and mouth as she whispered “For the purity of the rivers and the lake, wellspring of life.”
And then Zelda embraced Cynthia, her left arm wrapping around Cynthia’s back to press the length of their bodies together. Cynthia felt her clothes grow wet as they drank in her own cum from the Princess’ skin, and before she had time to think Zelda’s right hand took hold of the back of Cynthia’s head and pushing her face down into the bountiful cleavage of Zelda’s breasts.
In one breath Cynthia was made drunk on the intoxicating scent of Zelda’s sweat, the arousing musk of a body bathed every day in sex and semen. Her shorter height made their pose so that her entire lower face was engulfed in Zelda’s undulating tit flesh. The pressing of their bodies included their groins, rubbing against one another, Zelda’s empowered erection slipping beneath Cynthia’s lower lips to bury its shaft in the embrace of her inner thighs, while the head poked out from between the cheeks of her ass. It continued to belch its volumes of sexual fluids, each throb diluting the pure white of her semen until it was once again the crystal clarity of natural lubricant. All the while, Cynthia’s own lubrication gushed in wave after wave like an irregular waterfall through her panties and directly onto Zelda’s throbbing member.
Cynthia orgasmed again. Her erection was forced upright, pressed between the stomachs of its owner and its Lord, embraced by the satin touch of their skin. Cum launched upwards from her eager cock’s mouth, splashing against the bottom of Zelda’s breasts and sliding back down between their bodies. As their flat bellies mashed and rubbed against one another it spread as a shining, uniform layer over their skin. Skin? Where did my clothes go?
Cynthia couldn’t think clearly enough to answer that question. Zelda smiled down at Cynthia’s dull-eyed and blissful expression, at Cynthia’s unfocused eyes and deep breaths through her nose, sucking in as much of Zelda’s scent as possible. Zelda pulled her newest matron’s head back so that her mouth was free, her jaw framed by the velvet touch of the Princess’ breasts. Her posture shifted, their stomachs departing their contact as Zelda leaned down to plant a long, slow, loving kiss on Cynthia’s lips.
Cynthia gasped, stealing breath directly from Zelda’s own mouth, which only grew Zelda’s gentle smile wider. She leaned forward, coaxing Cynthia to lean back, lowering her down onto the ritual lounge behind her. Zelda’s immense member slid out from between Cynthia’s thighs and poised itself over her vagina.
It lowered itself in, the definition of gentle care. Cynthia moaned as Zelda’s precum globbed against the folds of her labia, then moaned louder when the head itself pressed against them. It was far too large, her virgin pussy not an eighth the width, height, or depth needed to host such a beautiful monster. Yet despite this impossibility, Zelda pressed on, and her penis inched deeper bit by bit at a continuous, measured pace.
Cynthia writhed at the sensation, her legs bending, knees thrusting up past Zelda’s back around her sides while her arms, fingers, and toes all curled. What little of her conscious mind survived the experience wondered at the contrast in Zelda’s behavior.
As if sensing her thoughts, Zelda bit her lip and hummed a long, low sound of satisfaction. She grinned, her hands planted on either side of Cynthia’s shoulders, her ponderous breasts wobbling as her body shifted. “Matron Reilah is, mmmhm, demanding… craving passion and ah! and reckless abandon… But I feel, in my own judgement, that a virgin’s first time should be, slow…” she breathed in a husky whisper, her hips twisting to slide her cock another inch deeper, “sensual…” she hissed, her head lowering to place her lips against Cynthia’s ear, “and loving…” She finished, her gleaming white teeth nibbling the the long edge of Cynthia’s pointed ear.
Cynthia’s breath released in a shudder as the smooth skin of Zelda’s over-filled balls caressed her ass, the Princess’ sex at last plunged fully to the base. Cynthia came again, but lacking the Princess’ goddess-infused vitality it was a weaker than before, smaller in volume and potency as it splashed up onto Cynthia’s smooth belly. 
She could feel Zelda’s cock, how deep it was in her body, how it radiated that burning heat through her innards and throbbed with every beat of the Princess’ heart. The vaginas of the Hylian race were simply not that wide, not that long. While their genitals were slightly larger than the strange, multi-gendered Humans of neighboring lands, to accommodate such incredible girth and length was anatomically impossible. And yet, it was there--deep inside her, tickling her stomach through the lining of her womb.
 Zelda paid it no mind, instead reversing her earlier progress and pulling her cock out inch by ecstatic inch. When the shaft was fully removed and all that remained inside Cynthia was that smoldering, drooling cock head that stretched and filled her in such amazing ways, that was when the true meat of their ritual began.
Zelda gyrated her hips, pushing in and out faster than before but still at a relaxed, even tempo. Her motion was rhythmic, moving in and then out, her hips dancing from side to side as they did so as if to maneuver her cock into stimulating every inch of Cynthia’s sex--as if her cock weren’t already doing so simply by being inside, filling her every crevice with its sheer daunting size.
Cynthia rocked with every thrust, mouth hanging open and chin pressed to her collar as her eyes stared fixedly at Zelda’s body before her. She had resumed her earlier posture, hands braced to both sides of Cynthia’s body, keeping their chests apart while their hips remained joined together. Cynthia stared at Zelda’s dangling breasts, watching them bounce, jiggle and sway with the motions of her expert lovemaking. Behind the curtain of those luscious globes was Zelda’s stomach, flat and strong, abs flexing with every thrust. The rest of her body may have been soft and curvy with the pampered life of royalty, but her core was toned and lean with the intensity of her daily ritual. Seven women, each given the time and energy she had already displayed, every single day for the ten years since her body had come of age? Not even a Sheikah could claim such a burdensome training regimen.
Cynthia could not withstand the allure of Zelda’s body. Her neck strained forward, her hand cupping the soft curve of Zelda’s dangling breast and drawing it towards her waiting lips and flicking tongue. Her mouth closed around Zelda’s distended nipple, sucking on it while her tongue danced across the bumpy surface of her areola and rigid length of her nipple. She tasted salty sweat and bitter cum and reveled in it, her pussy clenching tighter--if such a thing were even possible--around Zelda’s cock. Zelda hummed a sensual moan of satisfaction, and Cynthia flushed with pleasure at the mere possibility that she had caused it.
Time lost meaning to Cynthia, the only marking of its passage the gentle sway of Zelda’s tender back and forth. Sometimes she would move faster, others she would slow down--all precisely as Cynthia needed to achieve orgasm after orgasm, climaxing back to back to back. The Princess was the supreme authority of the land, unequaled in every way, yet in that moment her every action was tailored exclusively to Cynthia’s pleasure. And even though every climax she wrought tightened the walls of Cynthia’s pussy, squeezing them down with loving pressure on Zelda’s immensity, Zelda herself never once showed signs of cumming.
More than an hour had passed before Cynthia’s limbs turned to limp noodles, relaxed to the point of immobility as her head and eyes lolled to the side at the seemingly eternal bliss. It was only then, when Cynthia’s every last need or want or small, unspoken hope had been met, that Zelda’s speed began to increase. The nature of her thrusts changed, as gentle as ever but now aimed towards a different purpose. Namely, her own fulfillment.
The gentleness of her motions remained as she plumbed the depths of Cynthia’s pussy, her grunts and cries increasing in volume and rapidity, until at last she thrust to the base and screamed. Her grapefruit-sized testicals swelled with every pump that poured pudding-like cum up her cock, growing over the course of a full three minutes’ climax into dangling cantaloupes.
Cynthia gasped as the first spurt entered her womb, searing her with delightful heat that had no time to spread before another litre-sized stream joined it. Cynthia’s limbs sprang back to life, both hands flashing up to cup her stomach, head lifting to watch. Three throbs were more than enough to fill her womb entirely, but far more followed from that. Her hands held her tummy, slick with the coating of her own cum, as the Princess’ cum sloshed audibly inside it. Its pressure increased with every pump. She could feel it trying to escape, trying to push its way around the cock that birthed it, but Zelda’s mammoth log formed too perfect of a seal. With no path to escape, it instead continued to build up within her, expand her. Her stomach grew before her eyes, under her fingers, swelling every second with each new measure of ejaculat that entered her. It flooded her with more than just semen; it flooded her with power, with capability, and with yet more unbearable pleasure.
And that wasn’t all. Zelda’s cock was growing, was sliding even deeper into Cynthia’s cunt and stretching, stretching, stretching her out wider and wider. Even as the pressure in her womb doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and then lost all frame of reference to her pleasure-addled mind the tight seal of Zelda’s cock plugging up her hole only grew tighter and more secure.
Even with her back on the incline of the lounge, with her stomach resting at a lower elevation than her chest, Cynthia’s belly pushed up and past her modest bust in height. It was when that happened that her head lolled back and her eyes closed. She could feel Zelda, draped over her stomach, hugging it with her entire body. Her tits pressed against the strained, taut skin of Cynthia’s stomach in the most delightful way, her head hanging low to the side with her cheek rubbing against her as well. She was panting for breath, leaning against Cynthia’s belly for support even while she continued to fill it.
When Zelda’s output slowed from a raging torrent to a steady flow, and then a dozen seconds later a soft trickle, Cynthia’s stomach was significantly larger than the previous matron’s had been, its circumference nearly half again as wide. Zelda stood straight, the side of her face smeared with Cynthia’s cum from the touch against her stomach. Zelda’s cock remained as hard as ever, in fact harder, when she began to extract herself from Cynthia.
Her semen must have granted exponentially enhanced sensitivity, because the pleasure of the extraction was enough that Cynthia’s mind went blank. All conscious thought evaporated in the white blaze of glorious pleasure, and that’s when her training took over. The blinding white behind her eyes was overtaken by soothing gold, and incantations ingrained deep into her subconscious began to utter themselves on her lips. 
 
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Zelda’s cockhead pulled out of the young Cynthia with an audible pop!, and the cum came flowing out of her. Cynthia had already passed out on the spot from the wave of sensation, her consciousness taking its leave while her soul and lips continued the process of her ritual blessing. Zelda smiled warmly down at her for a moment, but the insatiable hunger for sex and cumming pouring out of her dick forced her to turn away soon after. She planted one last soft lover’s kiss on Cynthia’s lips, a proper bookend to the former virgin’s first time.
Zelda loved the thick, steady glug, glug, glug of cum pouring out of pussy. The sloshing sound of it never failed to make her shiver in growing desire and lust. Of course, by that point in the ritual, nothing could stop her growing harder and hornier, not even herself. Only finishing the ritual would satisfy, would pacify her cock.
A cock which was significantly larger than when it had started, two orgasms ago. With every climax she grew seven inches in length and another inch in width, while her balls doubled in size, reservoirs filling up from an infinite fountain of cum. After only cumming twice, her awesome, glorious member was thirty-three inches long, nearly three feet of turgid cock, and five inches wide as well, all of it slick and coated in the wet sheen of her own cum and lubrication.
Zelda caught motion in the corner of her eye, and her gaze locked onto the next matron in line. She was writhing in place where she stood, legs squeezing together as she fidgeted in carnal need. A predatory smile spread across Zelda’s face and, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she stalked towards the woman.
She was tall, taller than the first matron, but far thinner. Her lithe, athletic frame was the narrowest in the room, and a river of juices was flowing down the length of her long, long legs while her nine inch cock bounced and bobbed above her small sack.
“You look impatient, Matron…” Zelda breathed in a husky whisper. “Was I taking too long? Did I keep you waiting…?”
“N-no, your Highness… Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Clawing lust made her voice breathless and thin, the words clearly a failed lie.
Zelda’s smile widened, showed more teeth. “Good, good. Patience is a virtue, of course. Since you have so much, perhaps I will leave you for later, and address the more desperate matrons?”
“Ah--!” the lithe matron took a half step forward in protest, before her hand clamped over her mouth to silence her dismay.
Zelda’s grin widened again, her trap sprung. She rushed forward, hips angled away so her enormous spear of a cock didn't punch the matron’s gut from three feet away. Her hand swiped up, under the matron's balls, and buried her fingers deep into her dripping snatch. 
“You’re a liar! You're soaked with your need for me! You can't wait another minute can you?”
The matron shook her head, her cheeks burning red. Zelda’s grip squeezed tighter, and the matron yelped in surging pleasure. 
“Say it!” Zelda ordered. 
“I need your cock!” the matron yelled, face flushed with humiliation and arousal. “I can't wait another minute!”
Zelda purred in approval. “Very good, doesn't it feel good to be honest? Now tell me your name, Slut.”
“M-my name is Matron Tul-” 
Zelda’s hand gripped her own cock a foot up her shaft, so thick her fingers couldn't close around it. She swung her hips and guided her cock, the massive club of flesh smashing into the Matron’s face with a booming clap. The matron cried out and tumbled back onto her lounge. 
“That’s wrong! I gave you the answer! What’s your name?!” 
“M-my name is Slut, my Princess! I'm your Slut!”
“Good girl, that's right…” Zelda, standing three feet away, released her grip on her cock and it swung down like a headsman’s axe. With a loud, wet smack! it landed right on the matron’s pulsing cock and balls. She convulsed in mingled pleasure and pain, brief spurts of white cum leaking from her tip, then moaned desperately as the Princess plowed her way under the matron’s balls and began thrusting her hips incessantly, bumping the head of her cock against the lips of the matron’s pussy. 
The Matron mewled like a kitten, gasping and begged, “Please… please, I need it in me…”
Zelda's mischievous smile froze her in place. Slowly, teasingly, Zelda placed her full palm and widespread fingers across the vast surface of her cock and she pushed down. The head of her cock slid lower, centimeter by centimeter, down the length of the pussy… then past it, lower still, until it hovered outside of her asshole, dousing it with a steady stream of blazing hot precum.
Neither of them said a word. Zelda stared into her eyes, grinning, drinking in the matron’s behavior. She was silent, quivering. Her eyes were wide and dilated, in fear, in anticipation… in desire.
Zelda saw the change in her eyes, her anxious lust boil over, and took action. She pressed herself forward from three feet away, the Princess leaning into her cock, her cock leaning into the matron’s ass. Litres of fluid precum glugged against her hole, lubricating it, soaking into her. 
The mammoth cock began to sink into the matron’s ass. She gasped as the enormous log penetrated her, stretched her puckered hole wider than any fist around its girth, sank deeper and deeper, slid inch by inch into her bowels. She continued to writhe, to gasp for breath, and to cry out in agonized ecstasy. Zelda’s cock nudged her Slut’s prostate and all at once the Slut went rigid and still, her nine inch cock standing at attention a hair’s breadth away from orgasm.
Zelda’s teeth gleamed. She bent at the waist, leaning over the immense length of her own member and reaching out as far as her hands could stretch to clamp down on the matron’s legs with an iron vice grip. She yanked herself forward with supernatural strength, shoving her entire length into the matron’s ass in an instant.
The matron screamed and came, a heavy jet of cum flying up into the air only to splash down against her own face a moment later, the moment her screaming voice was cut out by a fist-sized bulge ramming into place in the middle of her throat.
“How does it feel to be impaled on my cock, Slut?! For the same cock that’s stuffing your ass to be fucking your throat!”
Zelda’s hips pulled back, freeing the matron’s throat for speech. “I-it’s--gualk!” Zelda rammed forward again, gagging the woman on her cock, and continued to rock back and forth at a steady pace. “It’s--urk!--so--hualgj!--fuckiach!--ing good!”
“Good.” Zelda nodded, then shoved herself even deeper than before. The cock in the matron’s throat forced its way up into her mouth, then out past her teeth and lips. The huge meaty cockhead protruded entirely from her mouth, and poured steaming lubrication all over the lithe matron’s face, soaking it into her hair.
Zelda lay herself across the matron’s body, stretched her neck up, and suckled several mouthfuls over her own precum from the head of her cock. As she sated her thirst, the matron shuddered as an inconceivably intense orgasm rocked her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she went limp while her penis threw rope after rope of pearly white cum against the Princess above her.
Zelda saw that the matron had passed out from pleasure and arousal. She pulled back, removing more than half of her length from the digestive tract, and quickly rocked back and forth in small gyrations. She brought herself to climax in seconds, pumping the matron’s intestines full of cum just as she had the others’ wombs. Pussy, ass--it didn’t matter where the cum was poured, the matron’s ritual would burn it all away as fuel for the magic regardless. 
When Zelda removed her now-forty-inch cock from the third matron, it was completely clean of any filth--but still drenched in her own cum. She moved to the matron’s side, touching forehead to forehead with tenderness strongly contrasted with her behavior moments ago, and whispered “For the health of the people, the heart of this nation.”
 She moved down the line as the third matron’s eyes lit up gold, soft incantation murmuring from her lips, and fell into lust with the next horny bitch who awaited her. And so she went, from Matron to Matron, catering to each individual’s own fetish and desire. A wild breeding savage to some, a gentle and adoring lover to others, fulfilling each in a way no one else ever had or could.
With every orgasm Zelda’s balls swelled larger, a physical representation of the Triforce of Vitality’s increasing power and effect within her. Her cock added to its length and width, growing from daunting and impossible to unimaginable and godly over the course of six long, full ejaculations, leaving every matron’s belly larger and larger than the one who went before. 
The fifth matron’s stomach swelled so large that it pushed Zelda physically away from her, so far that only the tremendous reach of her penis allowed it to stay inside throughout the full duration of her cumming, and even then only its head.
When she made love to the sixth matron, it required her to take an entirely different position to overcome this effect. Zelda was the one to lay her back against the lounge, the matron straddling her and lowering her pussy down on Zelda’s waiting cock. She had to stand on her toes just to put her nether lips over Zelda’s cockhead. She faced away from Zelda, presenting her huge, curved, and wobbling ass for Zelda’s viewing pleasure. And groping pleasure, which Zelda did much of.
Zelda’s member had grown to such ridiculous length that, by all reason, it would never fit inside any living being--Hylian, human, or horse. Through the divine power of Zelda’s Triforce of Vitality, their pussies did not simply lengthen inside of them--they were made to be larger on the inside, warping space and anatomy like only a god’s power could.
When the Princess came for the sixth time, her genitals finished their growth with balls the size of overgrown pumpkins that hung heavily over the lip of the lounge, larger than both her breasts and her head, and a cock nearly as tall as her whole body, five feet of bouncing, throbbing, veiny meat wider than her arm, so thick her feminine hands couldn’t even begin to wrap themselves around its girth. The bell end of this beautiful, beastly penis was now nearly as large as Zelda’s actual head, the slit of its urethra twice as wide as her mouth. The matron was similarly expanded, her gravid stomach stretching way out into the center of the circle, so large that it dipped down and rested on the carved lines of the ground.
It was an ordeal for Zelda to extract herself from that, but one she had much practice in. Two soldiers entered the room, stopping on either side of the swollen sixth matron. They stooped down, wrapping their arms under her thighs and hands beneath her ass, and strained to lift her two feet up. That barely unsheathed a third of Zelda’s expanded size, the rest remaining inside the matron, plugging her pussy and trapping the cum inside. It did however give Zelda the freedom to maneuver herself underneath her, sliding off the side of the lounge and pulling her cock the rest of the way out.
A pressurized jet of cum streamed out of the sixth matron’s pussy, and the soldiers lowered her back gently to her seat. It sprayed over the seat, over the southern hemisphere of her womb, over the legs of the guards aiding her, but most importantly it sprayed into the ritual grooves in the stone floor. As her chanting began and the runic lines lit up with power, Zelda sighed happily and stood.
The guards, finished with lowering the matron, approached the Princess. She thanked them for the help, facing to the side of them so that her cock, standing at an upward angle from her groin, did not smack them in their faces. Zelda ran both hands up either side of her cock, from the base as far up as her arms could reach and moaning at the sensation, but self-pleasure was not her goal. Those hands were cupped, scraping the excess cum sticking to her shaft and under the bell end of her circumcised penis. When she had collected dripping handfuls of the stringy, sticky fluid, she offered them to the guards.
They accepted it with genuine gratitude and jealous hunger, cupping their hands beneath hers to catch the cum she tipped into them. They brought their cupped hands up to their mouths, sipping the cum greedily. Those single handfuls, when consumed, would grant them the strength of body that a full year of hard training could only hope to match.
The cum was thick enough to chew, and difficult to swallow. When one guard’s throat clogged and she choked, Zelda offered her pulsing cockhead and its perpetual stream of more fluid precum to her. She accepted thankfully, pressing her lower lip beneath the slit of Zelda’s urethra and opening her mouth wide to catch the flow of lubricant. She got a mouth full in a second; when she closed her mouth to swallow it, the steady stream instead poured over her face and down her neck, into the underclothes beneath her armor.
The guard shuddered at its warmth, but her place in the ritual was over, her reward received. Zelda turned away from them, and reluctantly they left the chamber. The ritual was nearly complete. All that remained was Impa.
Zelda crossed the distance to where Impa stood, hands on her hips and an amused smirk aimed at the Princess. Her steps were winding and uneven, as if she were drunk, her path stumbling from one side of the circle to the other on her way to her childhood caretaker. The sheer mass of her engorged erection surely didn’t help.
At last she stumbled into Impa, her weighty phallus thudding against her chest and protruding way, way up over her head. The sudden pressure on her long urethra sent an especially eager gush of precum squirting up its length to pour down again onto Impa’s face; she flinched to the side so that it splashed over half, then with one eye closed to the slick coating she turned back, eyebrow raised and lips twitching in a smile.
“Hey sexy…” Zelda beckoned, her cock nestled between Impa’s womanly mounds and her face nestled against that. “How’re you doin’?” Her tongue flicked out, licking several inches of her own pale hot flesh, lapping up the trail of pre that trickled down it.
Impa rolled her one open eye, huffing an exasperated breath. “You are just incorrigible, your Highness.”
Zelda’s chin thrust forward and her eyebrows drew low in a childish pout while her hand pawed at the skin-tight black cloth wrapped right around Impa’s bosom. “And you aren’t naked!” She whined, tugging at the hem of the shirt. A moment later her fingers discovered the bulge of Impa’s puffy, eye-sized nipple and began playing with that instead.
Impa sighed through her nose, shaking her head with that same small smile. “No I’m not, because I know how much you enjoy unwrapping your presents.”
Zelda’s face tilted down while her eyes looked up at her, smiling teeth pressing against her tongue as if she were a flirtatious teen. “Oh, you know me so well…”
Zelda’s hands reached up and took hold of the neckline of Impa’s shirt, tearing the precum-soaked cloth in two and unleashing Impa’s bound breasts. With the seal of the size-restricting magic broken, her wobbling tits exploded outward, growing larger than Zelda’s dangling pumpkin-sized testicles in an instant.
Their instantaneous growth set their path to envelop Zelda’s head in their soft pillowy flesh. Zelda, her face nestled against her own shaft and enveloped by slimy warm darkness on all sides, inhaled a deep and greedy breath through her nose, sampling the scent of Impa’s flesh behind the overpowering mask of Zelda’s own flowing fluids.
Zelda’s arms raised, wrapping Impa’s breasts over her shoulders and pressing them tighter against her own head. Her hips twitched and she moaned, the long sound muffled by Impa’s fat mammaries. Gleaming white fluid trickled down the length of her cock, flowing thickly across the globes of her bulging, growing balls before plopping wetly to the ground at their feet. The goddess-infused ejaculate was sucked in by the glowing rune lines on the carved stone ground, extracting its power.
Impa grunted with tightly sealed lips turned into a small frown as her breasts began to grow yet larger, already so large that they hung over Zelda’s back and covered her shoulder blades. “Princess, your power… you are doing it again…” She whispered gently, trying to fight past the waves of pleasure infecting her mind. There was one last task left to do in this ritual, and it was the most important of them all.
Zelda’s arms dropped from Impa’s breasts, instead wrapping around the thick trunk of her cock and stroking up and down. Free of that restriction, Impa’s tits parted enough for the Princess’ face to peek through. “I can’t help it, Impy… you’re just too hot to resist.” Her eyes snapped wide open with a mad fire and driving need. “I have to fuck you! Impy, I need it! I need to feel your wet, sopping folds around my throbbing, aching cock! Let me pound your pussy, ride me for days and days and days while I fill you with so much cum your belly would fill Lake Hylia! I have to fuck you now!”
Impa’s hands snaked up through the warm embrace of her under-cleavage, sliding up and down the massive girth of Zelda’s cock. Its head, towering whole feet above them, wasn’t flowing with precum anymore, but instead gushed thick globs of real semen with every heartbeat. Impa rubbed it gently, its surface grown so large that both hands together couldn’t cover it. She stepped back, removing Zelda and her cock from her massive cleavage while her hands continued to stroke that intoxicating member.
She lowered herself as she backed away, and with her she brought down Zelda’s engorged phallus. She sat on her ritual lounge, laid her back all the way back, spread her legs wide over the edge of the couch. She placed Zelda’s cockhead against her wide-open groin; its bottom nudging Impa’s asshole, its top staring down Impa’s own towering ten-inch erection.
“I live to serve, my Princess.” Impa said, and released Zelda’s cock to its whim.
Zelda drove herself forward, slamming in up to the hilt and collapsing onto Impa’s body with a loud, echoing moan. Her own hardness bulged through Impa’s stomach and pressed against hers atop it, increasing her own stimulation.
With Impa so much taller than her, Zelda’s face rested on the top of her rippling, muscular stomach. Even still Impa’s monumental breasts engulfed the top of Zelda’s head, smothering her golden crown with a new crown of undulating flesh.
Impa’s hand gently stroked Zelda's hair as the monarch began to pump her hips. Zelda thrusted mindlessly, all self control lost to the ravages of divine pleasure. The nature of the Triforce of Vitality was such that each of Zelda's orgasms opened the gates of its power wider and wider, coursing out of her in larger and larger loads of magically infused semen.
After the seventh climax, her power and size reached its zenith and wiped her brilliant, mature mind clean with lust, hammering her consciousness into a child-like stupor of desire.
Zelda's hips rose and fell, impaling Impa’s pussy again and again. Impa puffed and grunted under her breath in satisfaction while Zelda continued to press her body and face tight against the Sheikah.
Zelda’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling outside of her lips; she was lost to the world in the throes of passion. Her crotch slapped loudly against Impa’s, wetly, their groins and thighs drenched with each other’s lubrication.
Zelda's balls wobbled back and forth dangling between her bent knees, rising and falling and knocking against the base of the lounge. They filled the space between her legs, immense and daunting and sloshing with the infinite reservoir of cum they contained. They were heavy, massive, gravity greedily dragging her loins towards the ground. The unleashed power of the goddess filled her with such strength she could hardly even feel their weight.
Zelda reached her--admittedly diminished--limit and the floodgates were flung wide open. A gallon surged through the gaping maw of her urethra in a second, slamming against the walls of Impa’s womb and rocking her entire body several inches with its force.
It was followed instantly by another, and another, swamping her insides with smothering, goopy heat. Zelda’s cock swam in the warm embrace of its own semen, embraced its slick warmth even as she continued to pour more and more in.
Impa's belly bulged on the first spurt, doubled on the second. She wasted no time clapping her hands together, forming a quick succession of signs with her fingers before chanting, her voice lost beneath Zelda's pleasured scream.
Tendrils of light erupted from Impa’s pussy, eyes, and nipples. They snaked through the air and lashed down at Zelda, swirling around the throbbing, pumping base of her cock. 
Impa's belly began to deflate, before another filling spurt of royal jizz inflated her bigger than before. This tug of war played out again and again, Zelda's desperate hands kneading Impa's bloated tits like dough.
Over a long, interminable lapse in time, Zelda’s output of cum diminished with every spurt. The flood swamping Impa’s innards filled her up, before the magic cost consumed it and deflated her again, back and forth, with the deflating influence slowly gaining strength over the inflating one. As the spell worked, finally Zelda’s loads shrank in size enough that she put in as much as Impa used up, expanding and shrinking with no net gain or loss. Then it began to reverse, the sealing ritual using more cum than Zelda supplied, gradually returning Impa’s distended womb back towards a natural size.
Impa’s womb shrank inch by inch as Zelda's balls followed suit, reverting back to their original tangerine-sized form with every gush. Her member, invisible buried inside Impa’s distended form and sopping folds, shrank as well.
The dullness eventually left Zelda’s eyes around the time Impa's stomach returned to a realistic pregnancy size, the sharp spark of intellect reigniting. 
She sighed in relaxed fulfillment as the last of her cum was consumed by the spell, finishing the seal on the Triforce of Vitality's power. It would only last until tomorrow, the goddess Nayru’s power too great to be contained for long, but it would allow her to perform her duties as ruler, to live her life as a sapient being instead of a lust-crazed fountain of cum.
She removed herself from Impa’s moist folds, her drooping penis once again returned to the size of her forearm. Only a few persistent strings of semen remained stuck to her cock, the rest spent sealing her lust away.
Zelda sighed in relief and contentment as the handmaidens bustled into the chamber carrying buckets of warm water and towels. They set to work without a word, a team of three all working together to run the dripping cloth over the Princess’ body, wiping away the musky white cream from her breasts, stomach, ass and legs. It had covered her completely throughout the course of the ritual, smearing and drying across her skin.
They paid special attention to cleaning Zelda’s cock and balls, with alternating vigorous scrubs and soft caresses. With Impa’s seal so freshly in place, even their energetic touch did not stir the beast of her libido. Zelda knew, as did the maids, that no amount of bathing would ever remove the stench of sex from Zelda’s skin--her semen was too potent to be washed off, and refreshed too often to fade away.
But, while her heady, lustful scent was a permanent feature, it would not do to attend to matters of court filthied by her own ejaculation. If for no other reason than every other Hylian in attendance would grow too hard and horny to do their jobs. That was enough of a challenge as it was, with the natural aura of lust her Triforce instilled in others.
Impa stood from her lounge and approached while a maid busied herself swabbing Zelda’s pussy clean of semen that had dripped behind her balls. With her mind unclouded by desire, her lust sealed away for another day, Zelda looked at Impa and twinged with guilt.
Impa’s breasts had moved past the realm of “monumental” and into the realm of “mythical.” The lower hemispheres of her ponderous globes hung all the way down to her beltline and jutted forward nearly as far as the massive Sheikah’s arms could reach. Her nipples were as large as fists and just as hard, and leaked a creamy white fluid at a slow, measured drip.
“Oh goddess, Impa, I apologize… I did it again…”
Impa sighed, but she did so with a smile. With the full and considerable might of her bulky right arm, Impa heaved her right breast up and inspected the leaking nub on its soft, round face. “My Lady, you remain, as ever, incorrigible. But you need not apologize to me.”
Zelda pursed her lips and furrowed her brow, stepping forward and running her hands along the surface of the wobbling left mammary. Her touch was not playful and sensual as it had been before, but concerned and remorseful. “If I pump you up any larger you won’t be able to move anymore…”
“When that last became a problem, swallowing your day’s first ejaculation solved it easily. I believe it will again.”
Zelda sighed, shaking her head and dropping her hand from Impa’s tit. She turned away and beckoned a maid to fetch her new dress. “That is hardly a solution. We can only bulk up your muscles so much before even they immobilize you with their mass. If only I could undo it, but I can’t touch a spell cast of my full power while sealed… and when I have to power to reverse it, I’m of no mind to. Goddess, why can I not have the focus to complete such a simple task…?”
Impa tilted Zelda’s head up, offering a kind smile. “I said you need not apologize, my lady. Should I become immobile, perhaps I shall turn to enterprise and compete with Lon Lon Ranch.”
Zelda laughed, then dipped down and planted her face in Impa’s nipple. It pulsed with a gush of thick, creamy milk. Some of it went in Zelda’s mouth, most of it splashed around it and covered her face.
She swirled what milk she did capture across her tongue and swallowed with an appreciative moan. “Mmmm, yes, I do believe you could, my loyal servant.”
After one more mouthful she accepted a long, black cloth from a maid, draping it across the front of Impa’s immensities. With Impa’s cooperation, she pulled the black cloth from Impa’s back, weaving words of Old Hylian as she did. The space inside the silk chest binding became larger on the inside, effectively shrinking Impa’s breasts on the outside. When they tied the knot tight, Zelda busied herself dressing.
Fully clothed, Zelda approached the still gravid form of the newest matron, Cynthia. She smiled softly at the young girl, brushing her bangs away from her face as Cynthia continued to chant numbly, slowly spending Zelda’s cum to bless the kingdom. She had done well for her first time. Zelda looked forward to their next ritual together.
 
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