Chapter 8 - Frustration & Passion

This is a work of erotic fan fiction. The series in general is equally dedicated to plot, lore, and sex. This chapter, however, is 100% sexual content. Fetishes included are: futanari, seduction, excessive cum, paizuri, felatio, and cunnilingus. 
 
Chapter 8: Frustration and Passion
 
Linkette was horny and pissed. Both feelings shared a common cause: her “destined wife,” Princess Zelda, was fucking her girlfriend, Malon, in a different tower of the castle.
And she could hear them.
Malon was screaming her head off in the best possible way, and there wasn't a single person in the whole palace that didn't know it. Linkette thought with a grumpy mumble that Castle Town probably knew it too.
Malon didn't scream like that when Linkette rode her…
Linkette lurched to her feet in a huff, her bloated belly of cum having shrunk away to its normal slim-but-soft self an hour before. She was entirely naked, having abandoned her shredded tunic and having never owned a pair of pants to begin with, and her long, hard nipples hadn't shrunk back since Zelda had caused them to grow in arousal in the dining hall.
She moved to the window and threw open the latch, hoping for fresh air to distract her unending libido. This immediately proved to be a mistake, as the overpowering musk of semen blasted through the opening and invaded her nose, robbing her of her breath as her knees buckled. Her cock and pussy both erupted with precum, splashing some across her feet and shooting the rest straight out the open window; one was hungry for cum, the other starving for Zelda.
A noise escaped Linkette, and even she couldn't tell if it was a growl of irritation or a whimper of need. It was so frustrating! The person she wanted the most was the one she was most mad at!
Linkette managed to get more or less upright, leaning heavily on the window sill to look outside. “I can't believe she's fucking Malon so hard that I can smell it from--!” her eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing. “Oh…”
The landscape was… white. Blanketed in cum. Linkette could barely comprehend it at first, so much hot, creamy jizz covering every inch of Hyrule Field, for miles away. So thick, like pudding, that it piled atop itself in heaping mounds, a fluid so viscous that it flowed slower than tree sap.
The stench that wafted up from it was overwhelming. It smelled so good to her, so heady and arousing, but there was no word that properly captured how pleasant and how potent it was. It made her breathing ragged and needful, and her cock pounded down against the windowsill with a rhythmic beat.
She could only imagine how it was affecting the people in Castle Town. It was too far to see, but Linkette imagined she could just barely make out a sea of motion in the streets so far below and so far away, like a huge crowd packed into every corner. Knowing what she did about Zelda’s Triforce, Linkette imagined it was the greatest orgy in Hylian history.
Because that had to be from Zelda. All that cum, there's no one else that could have done that. No one else had a cock like Zelda did, that grew to the size of her body and filled girls’ bellies up like balloons. Not even Linkette could claim that kind of erotic power. And that was before whatever had happened between them, which made Zelda cum so much they almost destroyed the whole kingdom.
There was a knock at Linkette’s door, and it opened to reveal a slim young woman with light blue hair. Linkette recognized her vaguely, but couldn't recall where from.
“Hello Lin-oh goddess!” the slim girl rocked backwards as the air in the room washed over her with the smell of sex from outside. She staggered backwards, mumbled a few magic words, and a bubble appeared around her head. She gasped a deep breath of air and sagged against the doorway, her small penis straining against her skirt.
“Um… are you okay?” Linkette asked nervously.
“Barely! Why do you have the window open, I nearly blacked out with lust!”
“Oh, right!” Linkette hurried and closed the window again. “I was trying to get some fresh air to get my mind off how horny I was, but it kind of backfired…”
“You can say that again…” she shook her head clear and tried a weak smile, the magic bubble fading away. “A-anyway, my name's Cynthia, I'm one of Zelda's Seven Matrons. Lady Impa sent me to check on you while she attends to the Princess.”
Linkette huffed, crossing her arms beneath her chest in a way that puffed up her ample bosom and captured Cynthia's eyes. “Oh, now she goes to deal with her! She could have done that earlier! But no, she let Zelda go and have fun with my girlfriend! She left me to sit here, with no cock to ride, while I have to listen to them fuck!”
Cynthia found herself backed up against the wall subconsciously from the force of Linkette's anger. The buxom, naked blonde was quiet after her outburst, scowling down and aside with her arms crossed in front of her chest, so that the soft flesh of her breasts flowed around them from above and below.
She stewed in silence for a moment longer before her eyebrows suddenly rose, the anger vanishing into surprised realization, and she glanced down at Cynthia’s still-erect cock. Linkette's expression melted into seductive warmth, her eyes turning half-lidded and plush lips spreading into an inviting smile that hinted at the gleaming white teeth beneath.
She sauntered forward, her wide hips moving with an exaggerated sway. “Cyn-thiaaaa~” she sang softly, closing the distance one sensual step at a time, her huge erection swinging back and forth in hypnotic rhythm. “Maybe you can help me out…”
Cynthia pressed harder against the wall, her heart racing and eyes darting back and forth. “I- I, uh…”
Linkette stepped forward again and there was no distance left between them, Cynthia staring cross-eyed at the lush valley of cleavage filling her vision. Linkette looked down at the blue haired woman, smaller than her in every way, and smiled with tender warmth, affection, and lust. “I'm just so… horny…” she breathed, her elongated nipples teasing Cynthia's collarbone with light, tickling brushes. “And I just can't do anything alone…”
Cynthia was trembling, her breath uneven and steamy. She gulped, her face raised to Linkette's but her eyes locked firmly on the wobbling flesh below her chin, and stammered “I- I don't know that I-, I mean I, I'm not sure I'd be up to--”
Linkette leaned in closer, pushing her breasts into Cynthia who choked on her words, the round globes of her tits engulfing all of Cynthia's upper torso.
“What were you saying?” Linkette asked in a teasing tone. “I didn't catch that…”
“I’m… I'm not…” Cynthia closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath of air, and said: “I'm not… sufficient… for you. I'm… I'm small, and I don't last long, and you're so--”
She was cut off again when Linkette pressed even tighter against her. Linkette's breasts pushed against Cynthia's modest bumps, compressing from the front and swelling out in every other direction. In an instant the space beneath Cynthia's chin was entirely filled by Linkette's supple flesh, rising and falling gently with her steady breath.
“You let me decide what’s ‘sufficient.’ And besides... no one lasts long inside me. Which I'm more than happy with, because…” she leaned in, brushing her lips against Cynthia's ear and breathed a soft whisper, “I. Want. Your. Cum.” 
Cynthia shuddered, her face flushing in arousal, and Linkette pushed her advantage. She closed in tighter, now laying her entire body against Cynthia: chest, stomach, and pelvis. Cynthia gasped when Linkette's cock slid in between her legs, its long shaft sliding against her tiny balls and over the lips of Cynthia's pussy through her panties and its head rising up, pushed between the cheeks of her ass by the wall behind her. When Linkette's body was fully molded to Cynthia her cock was thrumming a steady beat against her spine, its head nestled between her shoulder blades.
Cynthia's will broke. “Oh goddess… I need it!” She pushed herself off the wall and into Linkette, throwing her arms around the blonde’s back to sink fingers deep into her pillowy ass. While she groped the forest girl's rear she buried her face in Linkette's ample cleavage and began to grind her pelvis, incessantly rubbing her pussy over Linkette's cock, and her cock against Linkette's tight belly.
Linkette inclined her head, brushing her lips over Cynthia's bare shoulders, sliding up the length of her neck, then tilted Cynthia's head back with one hand to plant a long, wet kiss on her mouth. Linkette tasted Cynthia, pressing their mouths together and sharing steaming breath. She sucked briefly on the shorter girl's tongue before withdrawing.
A whimpering, needful breath escaped Cynthia as Linkette lowered herself slowly, sliding her heaving breasts down the length of her front. Her hand fondled Cynthia’s crotch as she descended, freeing her meager phallus from her panties. Cynthia shivered at the sensation of Linkette's titanic cock slithering down the length of her back until Linkette was fully crouched, ass hovering inches over the floor, her tits enveloping Cynthia's penis while the enormous pole of Linkette's cock stretched all the way up from her crotch to tickle the wet lips hiding behind Cynthia’s balls.
Cynthia looked down and Linkette looked up. They met each other’s eyes as Linkette pressed her hands into the soft, bulging mass of her breasts and pushed them together, squeezing Cynthia's cock tight. 
“You know…” Linkette mused in a husky voice as she kneaded her breasts up and down in opposing rhythm, “For all the sex I've had with Malon, I've never given her a titfuck. It's always been her, stroking my fat cock--” she thrust her pelvis, bumping her head against Cynthia's soaked panties so far above and drawing out a short cry of pleasure, “--with her massive tits, while she fucked my pussy hard. I'm looking forward to this…”
And then she started going harder, squeezing her tits tighter, bouncing them faster. Something tingled inside Linkette's enormous, dangling sack, a sensation she was beginning to recognize as some kind of sixth sense for when someone else was about to shoot their load. Linkette's hands dropped, her tits flopping aside, and she slid Cynthia's cock right into her mouth.
Cynthia was four inches long, below average even for a human, and vastly outclassed in size by every Hylian cock Linkette had ever seen. Linkette didn't care; she was delicious.
Cynthia had already been teetering on the edge, and the sudden change sent her flying right over it. Her hot cum flowed behind Linkette's plush lips, five spurts shooting silky cream in thick pools, Linkette's cheeks puffing out to contain them. It wasn't the most intense orgasm Cynthia had ever felt, but that was only because she'd been riding Zelda’s cock for the past half-year; Linkette's breasts felt better than a hundred self-given hand jobs all together.
When her mind cleared, anxiety filled Cynthia. “Oh no, I came already… I'm so sorry, I told you I--”
Linkette stood up and mashed her lips against Cynthia's, silencing her by thrusting her tongue deep into Cynthia's mouth. She slathered Cynthia's cum all over her own teeth and tongue, coating every surface within reach.
Cynthia’s drooping cock was standing at full attention again by the time Linkette withdrew and teased her with a kiss on the nose. “Shush. This is only round one, I'm not nearly done with you yet.”
Cynthia yelped in surprise as Linkette scooped her up by the armpits with surprising strength and carried her to the luxurious bed. Cynthia was tossed like she weighed nothing into the center of the mattress, landing with a slight huff. The bed shifted before she fully regained her wits and when she looked up, she saw Linkette standing tall over her, holding her throbbing, daunting cock close to her body with both hands so she could see past it. Even then her eyes were barely visible, peeking out through the valley between her bulging, mountainous breasts that stuck out so far from her chest they cast her belly into shadow. 
She winked and let go. Her cock swung down like a battleaxe, fast and massive, right over Cynthia's face. She flinched, but there was no need; Linkette’s cock swung down below her crotch, slowed, then rebounded up again and oscillated up and down a couple times before coming to a stop. 
Cynthia had a quiet moment to lay there and stare up at Linkette’s massive cock. It was thick, as thick around as her neck almost, and so incredibly long it would reach from Cynthia's cunt to her throat with ease. It's veins were wide, throbbing and soft, promising pleasurable bumps and ridges… though only for Zelda to enjoy. 
Her thoughts lasted only moments, and then Linkette began to move. She bent her knees and crouched down, lowering her body. Cynthia gulped, watching her cock bob up and down inches above her face, then looked down. Linkette’s fat, round, heavy balls were hanging between her bowed legs like large apples stuffed into a thin cloth bag. As Cynthia watched, Linkette's pelvis rocked back then rushed forward in a quick, powerful thrust. 
Her giant spear of a penis whooshed through the air, and her heaving balls swung up behind them a moment later. Cynthia watched, cock straining in anticipation and pussy dripping with arousal, as Linkette’s pendulum balls slapped the bottom of her own shaft. And then Linkette dropped. 
Her pussy slammed down on Cynthia’s crotch and instantly Cynthia was wiped clean of all thought, thrown headlong into inconceivable pleasure. Linkette’s pussy equaled the bliss of Zelda’s penis, but they were so dynamically different it boggled her mind. 
The two Bearers were night and day from each other. Zelda filled you, stretching you to the absolute limit of pleasure, up to the edge of pain. She touched every square inch of your insides and made you feel small, a tiny mortal thing impaled on her massive, godly pole. Sex with Nayru’s avatar made her feel dominant, superior, and glorious. The very act of being fucked was its own form of worship. 
Linkette was the utter opposite. For the first time in her life, Cynthia felt massive. She felt like she was the powerful one, the bigger partner, like if she were to pull out at that very moment her dick would swing between her knees because it was just so gods-damned huge. 
Linkette was tight, overwhelmingly, brain-meltingly tight. Cynthia could feel her cock doing to Linkette what Zelda’s cock did to her; plugging up every spare bit of space and scraping her sopping wet insides. Linkette’s pussy felt like it had been custom made by Farore herself for the singular express purpose of being stuffed to the brim with Cynthia's cock, and no one else's. 
Several seconds had passed since Linkette had dropped herself into Cynthia’s dick. She was sitting perfectly still, basking in the glow of that awesome feeling of being full of dick and watching Cynthia’s reaction. 
Cynthia gasped a long, deep breath in, her head tilted back. Her hands slapped over Linkette’s wide hips, sending waves through her soft flesh that jiggled into her fat bubble ass. 
Linkette grinned and grabbed her pulsing cock halfway up the shaft. It reached across the entire length of Cynthia's body, from their conjoined pelvises all the way up to bobbing over Cynthia's head. Linkette pushed it down into Cynthia's gaping mouth, tenderly forcing her to kiss the sensitive spongy skin just beneath her cockhead. 
“Mmmmh… that’s what I needed…” Linkette moaned to herself, rubbing her belly softly. “Fill me up you stud, give me your cum!”
Linkette began to bounce up and down on Cynthia's cock, and Cynthia screamed with the force of her climax. The enveloping folds of Linkette’s pussy squeezing her tight, the throbbing girth of her cock swinging up and down between the modest mounds of Cynthia’s breasts and smacking her heavily on the lips, and the pressing, dragging weight of her balls, so full, so compacted, so dense with unspent seed that they pushed into Cynthia's belly with a force. 
All of these things aroused Cynthia to the point of frenzy, made her pulse pound and chest constrict and tingle with unshakable excitement. All that and the crushing absence of satisfying phallic sex her whole life until that very instant conspired to create an ejaculation of shocking size. 
Cynthia's scream was nine parts ecstasy and one part agony. The size of her load would have been too large even going up Malon’s girthy cock; Cynthia’s vastly smaller urethra bulged massively like a fleshy cum-inflated balloon, flying up the length of her dick and stretching her skin to the limit.
Linkette could feel the oversized lump traveling down the depths of her pussy like the head of a second cock forcing its way in alongside the first. She quivered and clenched in excitement, and was gifted with the hottest, most massive deluge of cum to ever flood her hungry pussy--Zelda’s goddess-cock aside. 
The first wave of semen launched as a single heavy ball from Cynthia's dick and crashed like a wave against the rear wall of Linkette’s cunt, rocking her on her mount and splashing back, coating every inch of Linkette’s insides with scalding hot jizz. 
The second wave came right on the heels of the first. Cynthia grit her teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the ecstatic pain. Every other second saw a new convulsion, a new tidal wave of cum gushing into Linkette’s womb. 
Almost immediately Linkette began to inflate, her belly growing out like an accelerated pregnancy. But unlike other times, she didn't keep all of it inside herself, didn't hoard it all in her womb. Considerable volumes of white pearly fluid shot out from around Cynthia's dick, spraying all over her lap, her thighs and crotch and belly so that gooey warmth clung to every inch and crevice of Cynthia's pelvis. 
Cynthia cried out. “Aah! Goddess! It's too intense, I can't take it! It's too much! I--mfph!”
She was silenced when Linkette leaned forward, inflated belly pushing her own throbbing cock down across Cynthia’s whole front and mashed their lips together, the head of her cock rubbing forcefully against the side of both their faces. Linkette’s kiss was full of lust, but even more with love; Cynthia felt something change in her ongoing orgasm while Linkette suckled on her tongue. 
Her climax didn’t decline. It grew, both in pleasure and with how much cum went flying from the mouth of her dick. The intensity didn't diminish, but it was like Cynthia's ability to bear it swelled up to match.
Cynthia's strained gasps and hisses transformed into soft moans, muffled by Linkette’s pillowy lips. Linkette allowed her climax to linger for a few more moments before dismounting, lifting herself off Cynthia's cock. 
Cynthia shot two more thick, heavy spurts of cum after Linkette pulled away, which flew straight up and fell straight down to splash right back onto her throbbing genitals. Cynthia’s arms writhed lazily with lingering pleasure, toes curling in delight. 
Linkette extended her legs back, kneeling on her hands and knees with her head hovering near Cynthia's cock. Cynthia’s eyes were still closed when Linkette’s lips closed around her head, tongue sliding over its warm spongy flesh. 
Her hips bucked and she gasped as Linkette lowered herself further down her length, mouth wrapped tight and sucking rhythmically on the shaft. She went lower and lower, slurping up leftover cum as she went. 
And then Cynthia's cock entered Linkette’s throat and Cynthia gasped even harder, shooting up to sit straight, eyes wide and locked on Linkette's gently descending head. Her eyelids fluttered as Linkette’s throat milked her cockhead by swallowing the copious amounts of cum she was sucking away. It was like nothing Cynthia has ever felt before, like nothing she should be capable of feeling at all. 
When every last glob of semen had been slurped away Linkette's head gently rose, lips sliding up along the length. Cynthia's jaw dropped in astonished disbelief at what was gradually revealed. 
That wasn't her cock. It wasn't. It was obvious right from the beginning, from the very moment Linkette’s mouth pulled away from the neatly trimmed blue hair of her crotch, because what was left behind was far too wide. 
Cynthia's cock hadn't even been a full inch thick ten minutes ago, closer to two thirds of one. But what Linkette left behind was a full four inches of thick, veiny, turgid meat. The cock that slid out of Linkette’s mouth, the cock that had slid out of her pussy, was as wide as it had been long last time she saw it! And then Linkette's head just kept lifting higher and higher and higher, until finally the bright pink bulb of her head, the fucking fist that was her new bell end, was finally unveiled. 
Cynthia's cock was over eight. Inches. Long. Four inches wide. The tube of her urethra was a hulking monster, like the barrel of a tiny cannon capable of launching huge, wall-shattering projectiles. 
Linkette sat up, enjoying a moment to lick her lips and savor the lingering taste of Cynthia. Cynthia reached forward tentatively, and lightly brushed the shaft of her new dick. 
Her hips bucked, a huge dollop of wet pre flying from her cockslit. Eyes great bright disks, breath deep and heavy, she stared at Linkette in wonder. 
“Did… you do this to me?”
Linkette purred as her gaze roamed up and down the thick appendage, peering through sensual half-lidded eyes. “I don't know what I did, but I like it… This little lollipop is even tastier than before.”
“You really must be a Triforce Bearer to be able to--aah!”
She was cut off by a gasp of pleasure as Linkette went down again, cheek nuzzling against her shaft while she licked and slurped around her base, tongue sliding into crevices where thigh met crotch, steadily and intimately cleaning Cynthia of her own ejaculate. 
“I just… was thinking…” Linkette said between slurps and smacks, “how I wanted… more cum… and wanted you… to love giving it to me.”
As she finished speaking she slurped up both of Cynthia's small acorn balls into her mouth, swishing them around and rubbing them with her tongue. As she let them slide back out from between her lips she smiled mischievously. “Now if I can just figure out how to get these to match, we'll be really ready to roll!”
Before Cynthia could respond, Linkette ran her tongue up the length of Cynthia's thick, stout cock, and after that Cynthia had no hope of properly responding. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned, lost to carnal sensation. Linkette's mouth rose until it was kissing the head of the newfound thickness, then sank again with her lips surrounding the shaft. Her head bobbed twice, then rose again. She swished fluid around her mouth, pleased and humming at the taste, before opening her lips and letting a small river of pre drool out over Cynthia’s genitals. 
“You know, on second thought…” Linkette said, fondling Cynthia's small balls like marbles in her palm, “maybe big balls wouldn't be so great. They can really get in the way of a good fucking sometimes, and Zelda needs to fuck you every day right? Most times Malon had to ride me from behind so mine didn't get in the way, otherwise one of us had to hold them up away from my pussy and that gets in the way of playing with our tits!”
While Cynthia moaned louder with every line at the increasingly erotic imagery, Linkette was distracted by something: a fleeting glance at Cynthia's petite, pretty little pussy partially hidden behind the veil of her sack. 
Linkette was intrigued. Despite being what she left the forest to find, Linkette had very little experience with other Hylians’ vaginas. It was a sin for Malon to use hers for sex, and for the shopkeeper in town too. All the girls at the festival that tried to ride her had wound up fucking her instead, and the one time she’d actually managed to get her cock inside a pussy… she’d nearly torn Seala in half. 
But Linkette didn't only use her pussy on cocks, so… why would she only get to use her cock on pussies? 
Cynthia’s brow furrowed in bemusement as she felt Linkette lift up her balls, and glanced down to see her leaning in close to study the slit she found beneath. 
“What are yo-OOH!” Her question became a yelp of surprise and pleasure as Linkette’s tongue slathered its way up the length of her cunt in a long, heavy lick. 
Linkette pulled back, running her tongue over grinning lips as she fixed Cynthia with a stare that tried, and failed, to mask its seductive nature with a gleam of innocence. 
“I'm just a little curious how you taste, is all…”
Cynthia could barely hear her. She was panting for breath, lain flat on the bed with her arm draped over her forehead. That had almost--not exactly, but almost--been as good as being fucked by Zelda. Before she managed to recoup her wits, Linkette dove in for another taste. And this time, her tongue went inside. 
A wave of golden light and electrifying pressure exploded outward from Linkette, rattling the windows and sending fluttering motions through the sheets of the bed. Cynthia cried out in alarm, shooting upright only for her jaw to drop at the sight of Linkette, paralyzed and still with the lower half of her face buried in her snatch and partially obscured by throbbing thick meat, and her eyes lit up with divine light. Her pupils were the brilliant yellow of midday sun, her irises the color of rich molten gold. 
Linkette suddenly unfroze and lurched into motion, shoving her tongue even deeper past Cynthia’s lips, pressing her face forcefully into Cynthia's crotch. Cynthia screamed her ecstasy while Linkette hummed and moaned at the taste of her, opening her mouth wide and sealing her lips around Cynthia's vaginal mound. 
Cynthia's balls rolled across Linkette’s nose and the Bearer sucked hard, French kissing Cynthia's sopping wet cunt, her lips milking the juices into her mouth. Cynthia couldn't scrape two words worth of thought together; Linkette’s wriggling tongue wormed its way into her depths, tickling every crease and fold and pulling more and more slick, salty lubricant from her pussy walls. 
Linkette‘s head pulled back and she sucked in a deep, gasping breath. “I taste, I taste ZELDA!!” she exclaimed, her golden eyes mad with lust. 
“W-wha--?” Cynthia tried to ask, the words slowly penetrating the fog of desire clouding her mind. All at once she was unable to speak and perfectly understood what was happening, as Linkette tackled Cynthia to the bed mashing their mouths together in a wet and desperate kiss. 
Their tongues wrestled and danced over one another, Cynthia’s wriggling organ utterly dominated by Linkette's, sexual fluids and saliva mingling together. Cynthia sucked in a breath as the realization hit her and she knew just what kind of mistake this was. 
Zelda. Cynthia could taste the Princess in her own pussy juices, could smell the musk of her cock, discern the flavor of her seed, the semen that Zelda flooded her cunt with every single morning in the Sealing Ritual with such great vigor and quantity that her belly swelled to the size of a bulging, overgrown melon. 
Cynthia was marked. She was stained with Zelda, stuffed full of her cock and cum so frequently that it would never leave her completely. And now the Triforce of Cultivation was reacting to those trace remnants of its bonded mate, resonating with Vitality’s lustful aura plastered around Cynthia's insides.
The kiss ended before Cynthia knew it, and not a second passed before Linkette's mouth was clamped around her pussy again. She yelped as Linkette's hands dug into her ass and heaved, lifting her up by the pelvis and draping Cynthia's legs over her shoulders while she kneeled on the bed and began eating out the blue-haired Hylian in earnest. Cynthia’s cock bucked and shivered, spewing load after load over her head to splash against the wall and fall over the thoroughly ruined bed sheets as continuous, rolling orgasms struck her body again and again. Cynthia's hand flew to her cock, now so thick she could barely wrap her dainty hand around its girth, and furiously stroked it, fingers sliding over turgid skin easily from the coating of precum Linkette had drizzled on it earlier. 
When the pool of her own cum slid down the bed and began seeping into her blue hair, Cynthia came to her senses enough to realize this was a dangerous, unpredictable situation. She tried to pull away, hips twisting and turning and her cock flinging hot white cum all over the room, but Linkette wouldn't let her go, just dug her tongue deeper into the depths of her pussy. 
The door burst open, the crashing bang loud enough to startle even Linkette into stopping, into looking over her shoulder at the source. The door was hanging on half-broken hinges, a single figure standing on one foot, her other leg lowering from the kick. Her skin was dark, not just tan but dark, darker than Linkette had ever seen, and her nose was prominent and sharp even under the wispy veil draped over her lower face. Her chest was slight and covered in airy white fabric, same as her legs which were sheathed in loose and puffy pants, but her arms and belly were bare. That belly was swollen like a pregnant woman, and in the hand at the end of that arm was a wicked curved sword. 
The dark skinned woman rushed in, charging at the intimate pair with sword raised high, belly wobbling fluidly in ways a pregnant woman's shouldn't. They both cried in alarm, Linkette turning to face her, the motion toppling Cynthia into a sideways roll as her legs lost the support of Linkette's shoulders. By luck or divine intervention, the dark woman swung the sword sideways just as Linkette’s cock swung around to face her. 
The blade struck her cock standing tall; the weapon broke in an instant with a sharp metal ringing, the tip flying off into the room. The attacker's eyes widened in shock, both at the sheer size of the phallus and its impossible hardness. Cynthia, rolling onto her back behind Linkette, got her first good look at the intruder. 
She gasped, crying “Gerudo?!” 
The veiled woman glanced at her, then at Linkette, then her broken sword. She snarled, turned, and ran from the room with supernatural speed. 
Silent stillness permeated the room, broken only by the steady dripping of cum from the walls and bed. 
“What… just happened?” Linkette asked, the glow fading from her eyes. 
A scream echoed down the hall outside their room. Cynthia bolted upright, yelling “That’s one of the Matrons!”