Chapter 2 - FYFC #1: Blood Moon Zelda (Part 2)

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Zelda felt the grass and dirt between her toes. The nighttime chill chased her as she walked, yet the cum running down her legs in glistening ribbons was so hot. Link’s cum. Her juices. But she had not finished. She was always so afraid of finishing on her own, touching herself in the dark, because the magic would always spill out of her. It was too visible. 

She had thought… she had hoped that with Link, she could finally cum. That she could collapse into her own spirit and feel the goddess completely overrun her mind and heart and soul. She wanted to cum, and that desperate desire was what propelled her forward. That and the sinister voice that filled her head, making her heart stammer, and making her pussy throb with each step she took.

Return to me, it said

“Ganon,” she whispered, watching the blood moon steadily rise, leaving a streak of blood across the dark sky. By its light, she could see most of Hateno Village, its empty roads, the winding path that led to Purah’s Ancient Tech Lab. She followed the urge into the woods near the town, and before long, she couldn’t see any of the houses through the trees anymore, and she was alone. 

A rumbling began beneath her feet. Tremors raced up her legs and into her heart. She fell back on her ass, terrified but ridiculously horny, and waited for some new monstrosity to rise from the earth.

Not yet, said the voice. You must seek my physical form sealed beneath Hyrule Castle by the magic of your ancestors. Then, and only then, will I accept your submission. Set me free and I shall release you.

Quivering, Zelda shut her eyes and laid flat on her back. She was still only in her nightgown, now mucked with grass and dirt stains. Her hair was dirty, and her legs the same. She was cold and horny and longing, and when she touched herself, she felt Link’s heat throbbing in some space deep inside her. The Blood Moon was rising, and she dreaded what it would signify once it hit its zenith.

For now, said the voice, cutting through the still darkness. I’ll come for you with this.

Zelda froze when she heard snarling, not even daring to breathe. She recognized the sound. In the ominous red hue of the moon, she saw it coming. Its large head, its sauntering gait as it trampled the bushes and bent trees out of its way. Blazing red eyes and a dark tongue. Nothing but muscles and madness and monstrosity, a golden Bokoblin.

Before she could cry out for Link, it clamped a firm hand over her mouth and pinned her to the ground. Pushing its big snout against her pussy, it sniffed her from her navel to her thighs. Zelda moaned into its hand as she started to glow, red and maliciously. The creature’s drool, hot and sticky, overflowing as it explored her delicate parts.

I must have you cleansed, said the voice.

The golden creature straightened up, its tongue running all over its snout as it undid its loincloth. Zelda’s gasped when she saw its monstrous golden cock, swinging as it stepped towards her. Heavy golden balls that she wanted to grasp and lick and suck on.

She swore by the rising red moon that she would experience this. This was by his influence, she thought. Had she been with him for too long? Has he shaped her soul to his own wicked desires? Or did she simply miss being a part of him, cocooned in his malice for all those years in the castle?

A part of her remembered her love of research. Her desire to improve the lives of her people. Gazing into the Bokoblin’s burning red eyes, she wondered how many of her subjects had been taken by these monsters. And why did that notion make her so wet?

“I’m sorry, Link,” she whispered, hot tears streaming down her face as she sat up, opening her mouth to accept the balled-up loincloth. The creature stuffed it between her teeth then patted her head. The pungent taste of its sweaty cloth made her head spin, and when it picked her up in its arms and started to march deeper into the woods, she rested her cheek against its muscular chest. She could feel its strong fingers grabbing her ass, and she reached up to stroke its face. But while sucking on its cloth, feeling the sway of its heavy steps and the warm air of its breathing, she fell into a dark, fitful rest.

A murky dream enveloped her thoughts. Zelda was naked, walking down a corridor she’d never seen in Hyrule Castle. She traced the cold stones that lined the walls. Her breasts bouncing with each step. Something reached out from the darkness ahead, a source of red light that she could see through the ground. A throbbing beckoning, guiding her footsteps, leading her deeper into the earth.

She found herself in a chamber. Swirling green energy floated around her. Luminous stones dotted the walls. At the center, she found what was calling her. Ganon. The calamity. A skeleton with crimson hair held up by a floating hand.

In a heartbeat, she sat between his legs. His ruined clothes. His skull twitched. His eyes lit up.

My princess, he whispered. Find me. Release me.

His malice surged around her, inside her. Memories of the century she spent locked in battle with Ganon flashed through her mind, and then she was awake. Lying in the grass. 

She could hear the rush of a river nearby, and the Blood Moon was still rising. The Golden Bokoblin towered over her. The heavy taste of its sweat filled her mouth and her lungs as she looked into its malicious eyes. Then down at its cock, hanging low and monstrous, and she wondered how it would behave once aroused. Would it be like Link’s whose cock hardened and stood up straight? She couldn’t wait to find out.

Zelda was lying on a stump by the river with the monster’s cloth still in her mouth. Her nightgown was soaked, and she realized it must have washed her in the water. She checked her pussy with her fingers, eyes widening as she realized every trace of Link’s warmth was gone. 

The creature stroked her hair. She didn’t move a muscle as she stared at its enormous nostrils. its claw trailed down her soft cheek till it caught on the neck of her gown. With a swift strike, the cloth tore right down the middle and fell away, revealing her pale breasts, her belly, and her womanhood.

Blushing and feeling ashamed, Zelda covered her breasts with an arm and placed a hand on her pussy. She hadn’t even unclothed for Link, yet this brute had her completely to himself.

Without hesitating, it grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the tree stump. She let out a muffled when she felt its rough tongue slide from the bottom of her pussy to the top. Like a wild animal leaning into the river to drink, it pushed its snout between her legs and devoured her.

Moaning into the loincloth and tearing at what remained of her gown, her muscles tightening as it slid its tongue inside her, she felt icky and hot and terrified. Yet she found herself silently begging it to find every one of her secrets.

She lost track of time as it ran its tongue inside and all around. Before long, she was covered in its saliva, wetter than ever before, and she wasn’t glowing. Her heart raced madly in her chest. She could not look away from its evil eyes as it moved its head from side to side. 

Until finally, it snorted again. Inhaling her aroma and sitting back, smacking its lips as if she had been a delicious meal.

Breathing in through her nose and staring up at the stars, she wondered what it would do next when it grabbed her calves and lifted her hips off the tree stump. This time it pressed its snout to her pussy, her thighs on either side of its great head. It pressed closer still. Her eyes went wide when she felt the tip of its tongue against her asshole.

Oh, princess. You are so delicate.

She bit down hard on the loincloth and locked her feet around its head, holding the beast against her as its tongue pushed and pushed, slipping deeper inside her royal asshole. Thoughts melted away as the sensations traveled all through her body. All the while, its drool filled her asshole and ran down her back and her tummy to her breasts and her neck. Or was that just her own juices? She didn’t care.

Neither did the monster. It reared its golden head back, releasing her ass, and bellowed a triumphant cry. The Bloom Moon was almost at full power. Zelda could not imagine what would happen then, but all she wanted was to feel it back inside her. The cool night air teased her wet skin. She wanted to feel its warmth again.

The Bokoblin seemed to understand her desires. It looked her in the eyes and licked its snout with its large tongue then flipped her onto her belly. She lay on her breasts, holding on to the stump with both hands, her feet on the ground, her ass presented to the beast. She spat out the loincloth and sucked the cold night air deep into her lungs just as the creature ran its tongue along her ass crack.

It snorted and growled, separating her cheeks and licking her till Zelda felt its drool overflowing and running down her legs. She felt her mind rebelling against her body as if she were on the verge of a cliff. All she had to do was leap and she’d fall into heavenly waters, but she was terrified.

“Please,” she whispered when she finally couldn’t stand it any longer. The Bokoblin withdrew its tongue and stood over her, breathing hard. She didn’t dare look back, so she kept her eyes on the dark glistening river. 

The breeze tickled her all over. She wondered what the monster wanted next, and that’s when she felt it against her asshole. Hot and hard, almost like a finger, but much bigger. With just a bit of softness like rubber, except it was applying pressure against her, pushing. And she realized it was the monster’s great golden cock.

It grabbed her hips with both hands, digging its fingers into her soft skin as it knelt and licked her shoulder. Zelda clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and not daring to breathe as she felt its tip slip inside. Her greedy asshole swallowed it up, then the Bokoblin pushed some more. Its cock was so much fatter and harder than Link’s, and it slid inside with surprising ease, the monster’s own thick and viscous spittle serving as wonderful lubricant. She dug her nails into the side of the stump, clenching her teeth so hard she thought her body would burst.

Breathe. Ganon’s voice filled her head again, and she exhaled.

Her mind was spinning with notes. She wanted to write this all down, maybe draw a few diagrams or take photos with the Sheikah Slate. Bokoblin breeding rituals. The properties of its saliva, the size and prowess of its cock. The Blood Moon. Its red light filled her head as she stared up at it, propping herself up with her arms as she took the monster’s cock.

Slowly and surely, it pressed forward. Her asshole stretched, her insides conformed to its shape, and when it finally slid inside, the monster howled into the night. Tears rushed freely down her reddened cheeks. The wind caught her hair and it flowed all over the monster’s face as it trembled above her. She took a shuddering breath, feeling the cock throbbing inside her. Its heat consuming her from within. She’d never be whole again.

Zelda was supremely proud that she hadn’t made a noise since her initial surprise. The whole process, as it pushed its cock into her tight untouched asshole, she didn’t moan. She didn’t scream or muffle even a whimper. Every muscle in her body ached, but she inhaled deeply, feeling her body adjust with each beat of her heart, and relaxed on the stump, her hands dangling over the sides, her cheek against the worn wood. She had completely submitted to the beast.

For a moment, Zelda wondered about her magic. Why wasn’t she glowing? Was this due to Ganon’s influence? The Blood Moon? Her own lust? Or was this some other form of magic, this act of defilement. Her royal ass, a monster’s cock. She didn’t care, she thought. This was more pleasure than she’d ever felt in all her life. And if anyone deserved this, it was her after what she’d done for Hyrule.

She reached up and cupped its face when it rested its big head on her shoulder, snorting hard. She felt its tongue on her neck, her hair catching in its mouth. It growled against her back before biting down on her luscious blonde locks and lifting her chin off the stump. Planting its fists firmly on either side of her, the monster began pummeling her soft ass with enough force to split the earth in half, while holding her hair up with its jaws.

A whimper escaped her, and she bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on the Blood Moon. With each thrust, she swore she’d shatter, and the monster pulled on her hair. Harder and harder until she couldn’t hold on any longer and let out a wail. She bit down on her lip to stifle the cry, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She sobbed with pure pleasure. Her heartbeat rising to match the rhythm of the Bokoblin’s thrusting. The heavy slaps of its muscular thighs against her ass, its grunts, how its cock was splitting her down the middle. 

Princess! The voice filled her entire head.

The monster’s teeth bit through her hair and she fell flat on the tree stump. It thrust so deep inside her, that she felt her soul ignite. Red magic surged through her body. The Blood Moon finally hit its zenith, erupting with energy and malice, bathing the world in its crimson glory. With a mighty roar that rumbled through everything, the golden beast pumped searing hot cum into her ass. Each shot of cum so heavy and intense, she thought it would shoot straight into her heart.

Her mind went blank. Zelda, the Princess of Hyrule, the embodiment of the Goddess Hylia, was cumming so hard that her entire body began trembling. 

Red light burst from her in rhythmic waves matching the pleasure emanating through her body. She was like an enchanted flower in the dark forest, blossoming repeatedly. Her pale skin red from the furious thrusts. Her face flushed. Her thoughts mush. Energy flowed from her quivering form, into the earth, towards the river. Filling the world. The locks of hair the monster chewed off floated around her, catching the moon’s light as they drifted. When the Bokoblin finally released her, sliding out of her asshole now with ease, she curled up, trying to catch her breath.

But the monster had other plans. It grabbed her shortened hair and lifted her face. Despite the exhaustion, she sat up and accepted the cock it pressed to her cheek.

It was still hard, soaked in its own spit and cum. She kissed its cock, sucking on it greedily as she looked into its angry red eyes. She could barely wrap her lips around its tip and her hands were so small and the cock so slippery. Its cum tasted ashy like a campfire in the morning after the fire had burned through all the wood. The rich earthy aroma of her asshole was making her mind spin, but like a good princess, she straightened up and cleaned every inch of it with her tongue and a flurry of kisses.

When she finished, she sat back with a satisfied sigh, her entire body throbbing. She couldn’t tell if she was still glowing or if all the light was coming from the moon. The Bokoblin touched her head then burst into a cloud of darkness and swirling energy, making Zelda fall back.

She blinked then stood. All the light of the Blood Moon vanished, leaving her alone in the dark. She clasped her fingers together, enjoying the tenderness of her body, the sensations racing up and down her spine. The warmth left behind by the beast, trailing down her legs. She sucked in a shivering breath and smiled, knowing she would never be the same again.

With that, white energy flowed from her. All around the stump flowers shuddered into being, white ones spreading their petals and blossoming with light. Silent princesses.

“I must find him,” she said to the flowers. She looked up at the star-filled sky, remembering her vision, the promise of everlasting pleasure. In the meantime, she decided to seek out every single monster left in Hyrule. To protect her people, she’d do anything. Zelda ran her hands through her shortened hair and blushed.