Chapter 6 - A Look to the Past

This is a work of erotic fan fiction, with equal emphasis on story, world, and sex. Fetishes included are: futanari, huge cock, cum inflation, breast expansion, and lactation. In this chapter there are also scenes of non-consent/rape and underage, which I will not list as a fetish as I detest it and they exclusively serve plot purposes. This chapter is primarily devoted to lore and backstory. Sex-to-story ratio: 3/7
 
Chapter 6: A Look To The Past
 
The wagon that carried Linkette's bloated sleeping body was pulled by two horses and surrounded by a squadron of soldiers. They were more there to do the heavy lifting than to guard a danger; the Sheikah woman, Zelda’s guardian Impa, assured them there was no danger as long as Linkette and Zelda were separated. Linkette was sat upright, back leaning against the rear wall of the wagon and legs splayed out in front of her, gravid stomach consuming the whole space between them.
Malon walked beside Impa off to the side of the wagon. On the rare occasion she could pull her worried gaze from Linkette, she found her eyes instead fixated on Impa’s still-naked, still-flat chest. She hadn't bothered to cover up again since tearing her enchanted breast bindings away.
“...Are you sure she's going to be okay?” Malon asked for the second time.
Impa nodded with perfect confidence. “The two of them were never threatened in the least. It was the rest of us who were in peril.”
“But why? What happened?”
Impa shook her head. “Later. I will explain when the Princess and the girl are both present and awake to hear it.”
Malon glanced back to the wagon. “Her name is Linkette…”
Impa paused, then graced Malon with a soft smile. “Yes, of course. Forgive me.”
They fell back into silence for a while. Malon continued to watch Linkette, who shifted and stirred now and then with a small, glowing smile on her lips, sleepy hands occasionally rubbing the sides of her belly which rested heavily on the floor of the wagon and stuck out a foot farther than her extended legs. The path to the palace was long however, and their pace was slow. It wasn't long before Malon spoke again.
“They were so… mindless… like the rest of us didn't even exist.”
Impa hmmed in grim agreement. “Zelda is… the Princess, she is the most intelligent woman in this kingdom. Her affinity for magic is staggering. She weaves spells with such finesse and efficiency, when she has the raw brute power to force any spell into compliance… but she is also the natural born heir to the Triforce of Vitality. She is Nayru’s avatar in this world and Nayru, praise her holy name, is an unapologetic nymphomaniac. Nearly every major spirit in this world was born because Nayru fell into lust and impregnated another god, or a mountain, or an ocean. Since Princess Zelda grew into her body and her powers, this overpowering libido has infected her mind…”
 
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Ten years ago…
 
Impa followed the Elder at a respectful distance through the winding corridors of the castle’s heart. Despite her age, the Elder was a Sheikah, and moved with grace and precision.
“The Princess has awakened to her power, Impa. Your time as her guardian has come.”
Impa pursed her lips, doubtful. “Do we know it is the true time, Elder? She has had fits of lust before.”
The Elder huffed in annoyance, not bothering to turn and look as she explained. “She attempted to mate with her sister as they took tea. There is no doubt, this time. Thank the gods the servant girl was at hand to distract her…”
They entered the sanctum at the heart of the castle, the place where generations of Hylian royal first-borns had spent their lives pouring out magic and power into the land. The more the magic in the atmosphere built up and pressurized, the more its influence spread out into the world beyond Hyrule, expanding the kingdom and displacing the humans that lived there for the glory of Hyrule.
Princess Zelda was already there when they entered. She was stripped naked, as she would never have use for clothing again, and standing with her back to them. Impa had no interest in the royal’s nudity; the girl was barely past the cusp of womanhood, underdeveloped in all areas but the one, which was currently being thrust ravenously and mercilessly into the groin of the serving girl.
The poor servant was being held off the ground by the Princess, tits up to the ceiling and body bouncing with every hard, upward thrust Zelda forced into her. Her belly was a tight rounded orb that had shredded through her clothing as it expanded, taut pale flesh like a pregnant woman ready to pop, which didn't slosh like a waterskin but rather bounced wholly and heavily up and down. The runny black lines around her eyes showed that she had been crying, once, but now her face showed nothing but blissful delight.
Impa’s lips curled in disgust. “Elder, this servant girl did not offer to be the Princess’s release. This is against her will.”
The Elder sent her an irritated glance. “She appears to enjoy it regardless.”
“That does not make it right, ma'am…” Impa turned to a shadowy corner of the room. “What is your report?”
The shadow tsked in annoyance at being so easily discovered, and another, younger Sheikah woman leaned far enough into the light to be seen. “The Princess has cum twice in the last hour, the second load larger than the first, as expected. The servant girl took only a handful of minutes to begin enjoying herself.”
Impa turned back to the elder in anger. “Which means for the first few that she was not. Have the Sheikah fallen so low as to allow rape by the royal family?”
The Elder bristled, turning furious eyes on Impa. “It was either her or the younger mistress, and at least this one is of age! But you are her guardian, so if you are so bothered then go and remove her!”
They glared into each other’s eyes for a beat, a contest of wills. Eventually Impa did so, striding up to the Princess’s back. She was panting and grunting with every rapid thrust, sounding more like an animal than an intelligent being. Her balls were dangling halfway to her knees and filled every inch of space between her bowed legs, full and round and swinging back and forth erratically.
Impa stepped around to the servant. Zelda had her gripped at the waist with both arms, holding her off the ground with the added support of her dick. Impa removed the Princess’s hands, grabbed the servant, and yanked her quickly off Zelda's cock.
Impa was shocked at how long that took to do. She had guarded the Princess before, been in her presence while she was being dressed. Even as young as she was, even flaccid, the Princess had had an incredible nine inch penis.
It was physically impossible for what slid out of the servant girl to have been inside in the first place; it was three feet long and as thick as her thigh. Impa had to stagger back a step to pull the girl entirely off of it; the moment the cock was free it bucked, belching a huge dousing spray of precum that splashed across Impa’s chest and face.
She sputtered and swore, a spray of slick lubrication flying from her lips and the servant girl slipping from her hands. The girl flopped as she fell and landed on her cum-swollen belly, compressing it and sending a jet of white spunk flying from her pussy clear across the room where it splashed messily against the wall.
A hand closed around Impa’s wrist,  locking her in place. Impa wiped her eyes clear and realized with a thrill of fear that it was the Princess, staring at her with unfocused eyes, her head tilted in curiosity.
“Sheikah…” the Princess muttered. Her eyes were dull brown but her pupils were shining with a soft golden light. “Sheikah pussy…”
Fear shivered down Impa's spine. She leapt a step back but Zelda followed, pressing closer with her oversized penis between them. 
“N-no, Princess, that's not my--!”
“Boobies?” Zelda asked, ignoring Impa entirely and placing her free hand on Impa's flat chest. Zelda’s brows furrowed in confusion. “No… boobies? No boobies?! NO!!”
The great stone walls shook with the power of the word and Zelda pushed, driving Impa back into a pillar, hand cupping the slim padding of her Sheikah chest.
Impa grunted, resisting the urge to moan as she felt power flow into her body. Her skin rippled under her shirt and then grew, flesh inflating outward into Zelda’s waiting hand. Impa's control slipped for a moment and she moaned, shocked at the pleasure of it, but immediately silenced herself with sheer force of indignation.
“Princess Zelda, stop this! I am your guardian, not your concubine! Unhand me!”
She didn't even hear her, burying her face in Impa's deepening cleavage and murmuring to herself “Boobies boobies boobies boobies pussy!” 
Impa's world exploded into pleasure. Her thoughts scrambled by sensation, it took several shuddering breaths for her to realize that the ecstatic, wholly filling pressure in her body was the Princess driving herself deep inside. Impa could barely hold onto herself, needed every tool of focus and clarity her training had provided her just to keep one thought following the next.
The Elder stepped into view behind the Princess, looking down her nose at Impa. “Never question me again, guardian. Now enjoy yourself while you can. I will return with your replacement whore, if I remember.”
The Elder turned away. Impa grit her teeth, intending to rage and scream death and curses.
All that left her lips was a long, girlish gasp of satisfaction.
 
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Malon was speechless. “She… the Princess raped you?”
Impa chewed her lip for a number of steps. “I thought as much for quite some time, but no… it was not her. The Triforce’s effect is not simple or even powerful libido. It wasn't like the average sex predator, whose mind is influenced by lust while lacking the decency and discipline to resist. Zelda's mind was supplanted by lust, wholly replaced. She wasn't in control of her actions, or even aware of what transpired when she returned to herself. I blame the Elder instead, and have since settled that debt in the Sheikah manner.”
“What do yah mean, ‘when she ret’rned to herself?’”
“Ah, yes. The transition isn't permanent. Every six months, her lust would wane and her mind return to her. This period of rest would last half a day, eighteen hours at its longest. Then it would overtake her again.”
“So little time to be herself?” 
Impa shrugged. “The legends say that Nayru's periods of rest are equally brief. At least Zelda’s stints of activity are measured in months instead of centuries.”
“So what did she do on those days?”
“Ate, at first. The Triforce sustained her without food or water or sleep for those long months, but it never filled her stomach.”
 Malon eyed the castle, roofs and towers piled with cum like thick layers of snow. “But she isn't like that now… what changed?”
Impa watched the same white-masked architecture. “She learned what she did to me.”
 
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Impa saw a change in Zelda's motion. The trick to watching her was in not watching her, but instead keeping her in one's peripheral vision. Being in the same room as her was a potent enough effect, and even after three years Impa had barely built up any resistance to it. Directly observing her in the act of fucking inescapably ended in overpowering arousal, and the Princess would sense that, and any person she noticed would become her next concubine whether they wished to or not.
Fortunately for Impa, the Guardian of the Bearer was considered in Sheikah lore to be the most virile Hylian in the land, fathering the strongest Sheikah warriors. There were lines outside her door waiting to relieve her frustrations every night, lines which she made ample use of.
Thoughts of Impa's sexual tension could wait for later, however. Zelda’s wild thrusts were slowing down, going from “manic and crazed” to “carelessly energetic,” then down again to “mildly enthused.” Finally, after an hour of this gradual decline, Zelda's lap slapped against the ass of her concubine for the last time.
As if in a daze Zelda staggered back several paces on unsteady feet, dragging her cock out of the sloshing, cum-drenched cunt. It took those several paces for the entire thing to slip free, a tree trunk of flesh as thick as the girl's whole body and twice as long. Such a massive thing had no business fitting inside anything or anyone, but the Triforce made it possible.
The stone tile quaked as that monstrous log fell from the girl's pussy and slammed against the floor, spurting cum in thick gushes. Zelda moaned, eyelids fluttering as her penis slid across the floor, pulling its length back into her as it shrunk down, and down, and down into its rarely seen soft, flaccid state. Even limp it retained its regal stature at an impressive twelve inches, and it would only grow more as she aged.
Zelda yawned like she was waking from a long and deep sleep, lifting her hand to cover her open mouth. She jerked her head away from her hand the moment they touched, long strings of white goop trailing from her lips to her palm as she turned her head aside and spat a thick wad from her mouth. Reeling and confused, she then moved to wipe her mouth clean with her arm, and instead only spread even more cum across her face. That's when she finally opened her eyes and took a look at herself.
Her entire body, from her toes to her breasts, was absolutely coated in jelly-thick cum. It was splattered as an uneven layer across her front, especially thick around her crotch and legs, but with plenty reserved for her stomach, breasts, and arms as well. The Triforce kept her sustained, but it did not keep her clean.
Zelda spread her arms out as she looked down, lip curling, and she made a soft  “Uck… gross.”
“The servants are already on their way to bathe you, your highness.” Impa said from her place at the rear of the room.
Zelda turned in surprise, then smiled widely. “Oh Impa, there you are! That's a relief, I am really just… very disgusted right now. Where did all of this even come from?”
An apt choice of words… Impa thought with a small hint of humor, and gestured to the concubine. “Overflowed from her, your highness. Her and her predecessors.”
Zelda looked at Impa curiously, blinking with wide eyes, before turning to follow her pointing finger. She leapt back three feet in fright and screamed “Gods above, what is that!?!”
The concubine’s womb spread out in front of her like the kind of absurdly large, opulent mattresses found only in the bedrooms of royalty, an expansive sheet of soft pale flesh drawn tight with the pressure pushing out from inside. The woman lay atop her belly, limbs limp and sprawled across the bulging surface that lifted her pussy up to chest height. Said pussy was sloppy and wide with thick glops of white cum slowly trickling out from it in volumes measured in ounces. Her entire belly was large enough to hold a dozen women inside, even if every one of them were nine months pregnant with triplets.
“How the hells did I miss that…” Zelda muttered to herself, staring at the stretched and drooling pussy without the slightest hint of arousal. “What happened to her, Impa?”
“Must I remind you again, Princess, that you have awakened to your powers with the Triforce of Vitality? You bed her, your highness, most vigorously, and filled her to overflowing with your seed.”
Concern overtook Zelda’s face as she paced around the woman, studying her with morbid fascination. “Is she… okay?”
“I can attest that she has never in her life felt more pleasure than she has in this room.” She, after all, actually wanted it…
The Princess seemed reluctant to accept this, but eventually pulled away without argument. Soon afterwards, the doors to the sanctum slid open with hardly a whisper (a noisy door might attract the Princess’ attention, which again was ill-advised) and a small squadron of servant girls entered the room carrying buckets that were variously empty or filled with water, as well as soft white rags and short wooden wedges. 
They formed a circle around the Princess, bowed deeply in reverence, and began to work. Some stood and some kneeled, all lifting up the wooden wedges with their round, polished edges and began to scrape them down the sides of Zelda’s body, quickly removing huge swaths of cum from her skin which fell with wet and heavy plops into the buckets at her feet.
Zelda watched them in fascination as they efficiently removed the bulk of her white sticky coating, filling four buckets to the brim and leaving only a slick white sheen behind on the Princess herself. This first wave of servants then stood, bowed again, and removed themselves and the filled buckets.
Zelda seemed then to notice the bulge of erections behind the heavy white cloth of their uniforms, but had no time to comment before they filed out and the next set of servants took their place with dripping wet cloths. They washed her neck, shoulders, body and legs, but left her genitals to their mess. It was not confirmed, but old wisdom handed down from one generation of servants to the next had it that any attention to the Bearer’s cock would shave time away from her waking hours.
One approached from behind with a pair of scissors, gently gathering Zelda’s cum-infused hair which fell midway down her back and cutting it to shoulder length with a handful of efficient snips. Discarding the clippers and hair, she murmured a spell and gestured to the buckets filled with warm water. The water leapt up from the buckets and towards the Princess’ head, congregating on her scalp in a large, floating bubble that left her face free in the air.
The barber’s hands reached inside the bubble of water, dragging a soft brush through the wispy tendrils of brown-blonde hair inside. Clumps of white came free with every stroke.
As this stage of her cleaning took place, Zelda lost interest and looked up towards Impa. “Hey, keep going with that story you were telling me.”
Impa paused, brows drawing low in confusion. “What… story?”
Zelda’s lips twisted and cheeks puffed with unamused frustration. “Come on, don't hold out on me! You were just getting to the good part, pick it up again!”
Impa chewed her lip in thought. “Your highness… we last spoke six months ago. I do not remember this story.”
Zelda blinked, paused for a moment. “O-oh.” She looked down at herself with distant eyes. “That’s right… I suppose these are a little bigger...”
She raised her hand around the servants and their wet towels, cupping it beneath her breast and hefting it, testing its weight. Three years had passed since her powers had awakened, and in that time her body had blossomed into that of a shapely young lady. Her hips were filling out and her breasts growing in, currently heavy handfuls that would continue growing to mirror Nayru’s lush hourglass figure. Society said she was too young for sex. Biology disagreed, and the Triforce only paid heed to one of those. Despite her oversized cock and god-level sex drive, she remained a naive young girl.
The servants with the wet cloths pulled away, and the barber made a downward twisting hand motion similar to a turning faucet handle. The large floating bubble of water above Zelda’s head began to open up from the bottom, water pouring down over Zelda’s body in a quick, high-volume shower that washed the last of her semen away. 
They dried her, bowed again, and shuffled out of the room. A quartet of them paused on the way out, muttering spells next to the gravidly inflated concubine before laying hands on her. When they lifted those hands in unison a moment later, the swollen woman lifted with them and they walked her out of the room. A trail of cum along the floor marked their path to the exit.
Impa focused her attention back on the Princess when the door closed behind them. Zelda’s hands were still on her breasts, pushing them together then pulling them apart, lifting one then the other then both. 
Zelda sighed. “This is weird. I feel like I just went to sleep for an hour, and I wake up with my body all different and, and bigger in all these ways…” Her stomach growled, loudly. Zelda sheepishly looked up at Impa. “Can I… get some food?”
Impa nodded curtly, stepping towards a wall and pulling one of several cables. Somewhere else in the castle a bell rang, and an army of cooks and servers leapt into action. When Impa turned around again she leapt back against the wall in surprise, the Princess barely a foot away from her and squatting down, staring at Impa’s crotch.
“You too…” Zelda muttered to herself.
“P-Princess?”
“You’ve got one too. A bulge in your pants…” She reached forward with finger extended to poke the thick length straining against Impa’s pants down the length of one thigh. Impa’s hand lashed out on pure reflex, slapping the Princess’ hand away.
Zelda gasped and Impa froze, eyes wide. Zelda’s mouth was open and eyes fixed straight ahead. Impa’s thoughts were racing, every corner of her mind screaming at her body and wishing with all her soul that she could rewind time and take it all back.
Zelda’s mouth snapped shut and her eyebrows drew low, eyes narrowing. All the young naivety was gone in an instant, replaced with fierce intelligence that shocked Impa and sent a spike of fear through her heart.
“You do hate me. I didn’t want to believe it, but you do.”
“N-No, Princess, I didn’t--!”
Zelda surged to her feet, pressing into Impa’s space with anger flaring from her eyes. “Do not, LIE TO ME!” she roared, her voice echoing through the chamber. Impa didn’t dare breathe.
“Why are you even here?! Are you forced to? What makes you--!”
Zelda reached forward to jab a finger at Impa’s chest, and Impa flared in anger. She slapped Zelda’s hand again, harder than before, and yelled “Don’t touch me!”
Zelda surged forward, grasping the front of Impa’s shirt and shaking her, lifting her up in the air with shocking strength. “What did I do to you!? Why do you hate me so much?!”
“Because you’re a sex-addicted monster and you RAPED ME!”
Zelda went still, the anger in her face losing its edge instantly, expression slowly falling away into stunned disbelief. “I… what?”
Impa’s lips were curled, and she glared into the Princess’ eyes. “You raped me, for Three. Days. Never stopping. Never slowing. You did this to me,” she said, palm slapping into the front of her triple-D cup breasts and sending waves of motion wobbling through them, “because I pulled another girl off your cock, another victim, and caught your eye when I did.”
Impa’s shirt slipped from Zelda’s grip. The Princess stumbled backwards on unsteady legs, horror mounting on her face. Her backpedaling foot landed in the trail of cum left behind by her last concubine and she slipped, landing hard on her back. She groaned, slowly rising, then locked still again when she saw what she had slipped in. Her hands began to tremble.
With obvious effort Zelda forced an unconvincing mask of anger on her face, and turned her fake glare on Impa with tears brewing in her eyes. “Go.” she whispered.
Impa scowled. “I will do no such--”
“GO!” Every stone in the castle vibrated, its very foundation shaking as the golden triangle mark on her left testicle flared briefly with light. “Leave me alone! Just go!”
Impa stood still, but only for a moment. She turned and strode on silent feet towards the door behind Zelda’s back. She swung open the door hard enough for it to bounce off the wall then sidestepped into a shadowy corner, letting the door close itself. Impa watched invisible and undetected as Zelda sobbed on hands and knees, and was satisfied.
 
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Just over a dozen hours had passed. Zelda had cried for two of them, then picked herself off the floor with a posture of determination. She pulled the bell cord for general service and waited impatiently by the door for the servant to arrive. When she did, Zelda ordered that parchment, ink, quills, and the reference tomes of the palace library be brought to her, immediately. The servant took off at a run and Zelda retreated to a corner of the room where she paced in deep thought, then began scrawling notes in mid air, drawing letters and runes made out of light with the tip of her finger. She did this at an angle that did not allow Impa to read them from her concealing shadow.
When the supplies arrived those floating notes were imprinted in the paper with a flick of her wrist, and the remaining time since had been spent flipping through the books and scrawling notes and lists in the parchment.
Now, close to ten hours later, Zelda was sitting cross-legged with her pale, naked ass on the stone floor, hunched over her lap with her back to Impa’s perch. She was wobbling back and forth unsteadily, breathing uneven, panting softly. Eventually, her shoulders fell.
“Impa.” She called softly.
Impa stepped from her hiding place, her mask of professional respect back in place. “Milady.”
Zelda held her hand out to the side, gripping the dense packet of papers she had been pouring over. “I’m out of time. Take this.”
Impa closed the distance, receiving the offered bundle. As she approached Zelda’s back and her angle of perspective changed, the lap of Zelda’s crossed legs came into view and she saw the Princess’ engorged cock. It was thick and throbbing, sprouting from her groin and bridging the circle formed by her legs to bob against her ankles, three inches wide and sixteen inches long. It would grow larger still, even before her first climax.
“This is a list.” Zelda said in a dull voice. She refused to meet Impa’s eyes, or turn her head at all in her direction. “A list of books and supplies. Gather them for me. Have them ready for me here next time I awaken.”
“Your Highness. Anyone who brings these in here will attract your… attention. And any books stored in this sanctum could at any moment be ruined by your spray.”
Zelda’s head turned down and aside, allowing a glance at her face. She was not offended; she was taking that objection seriously, thinking the problem through.
She looked up again, at the west wall of the sanctum, and pointed to it. “There is a room on the other side of that wall. Empty it. Fill it with what I wrote there. Six months from now, we’ll knock out the wall and build a new door there. It will be my workshop.”
Zelda went quiet, leaning further over her lap. Impa watched one of Zelda’s hands grasp her cock just below its head, squeezing it tight, hard, before shifting up and rubbing circles over the spongy pink flesh at the tip.
“G-go.” She ordered. “Bring the next girl in, and get that done. Don’t come back till it’s finished. Don’t let that list be in the room when I--when I lose control.” Now her hand was sliding up and down the immense shaft in quick, smooth motions.
“Your word is law, Princess. But what will these supplies do? What is your goal?”
“To set things right.”
She said it with such conviction that, for just a moment, Impa genuinely believed her. Then she composed herself and stepped back, bowing in obligatory respect. “It will be done, Princess.”
Impa exited the chamber, and met the next concubine just outside. She was a young woman with short red hair, shapely and adult but with an air of innocence about her. Impa nodded into the chamber. “The Princess awaits.”
The girl gulped nervously, but was bouncing on her feet with excited energy. She entered the chamber, and Impa lingered just long enough to see what happened next.
The girl walked to the center of the room and stopped, as she was trained to do, so that the ocean of cum that would fill her womb could expand her in any direction and still allow her to be removed and replaced. She waited there for the Princess, who was slow to notice her presence, and then slow to rise.
She turned, her cock swinging in a wide arc ahead of her. Its girthy veins throbbed along its nineteen inch length, four inch girth. The Princess was still “awake,” just barely, as she staggered towards the girl.
“H-hello.”
The girl shivered in pleasure at the sound of Zelda’s voice. “H-h-hello, your Highness.”
Zelda gulped. “Are you… okay with this?”
The girl’s head dipped lower in disbelief. “‘Okay with this?’ Are you kidding?” She bounced on her heels with a huge, teeth-baring grin, her naked breasts flopping heavily against her chest. “I’ve been waiting my entire adult life for this!”
Zelda’s shoulders sagged in desperate relief, and she met the girl’s eyes with a wide, gracious, and warm smile. “Thank you…” she whispered, and fell into her.
 
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Malon watched Impa, enraptured. “Wha’ happened then?”
“She vigorously fucked sixty women rotating amongst one hundred and eighty shifts for the following six months.”
“That’s… fuckin’ hot.”
Malon heard a snrk noise like a snort of laughter from her right, but when she looked Impa’s face was stone-cold and passive. “Indeed. After that, when she woke again, she researched until the lust overtook her again, leaving a list of new materials and supplies for me to prepare. Six months after, the same thing. The third time she began to experiment. The fourth time, I finally understood her intention.”
“Why’s that? What was she doin’?”
“Because she requested that her latest concubine be left with her, immobilized by how stuffed full of cum she was. The Princess was developing the magic which you saw me use in Castle Town. A system which converts Zelda’s own cum, the cum of Nayru herself, the most potent magical substance upon the face of this world, into fuel for spells.”
Malon’s eyes widened, before darting to Linkette’s huge--but still much smaller than it had been--stomach. “You used the cum in Linkette’s belly to power the shield…”
“Yes. However, this peculiar request regarding her concubine did not only open my eyes to her intentions. It also gained the attention of her family, the Queen and the young Heir. This was… not a good thing.”
Malon’s brow quirked. “How could her family knowin’ be a bad thing?”
“Because the Princess’ cum, if consumed, bestows enormous strength and stamina on the body. And this part of her story took place five years ago.” Impa fixed Malon with a meaningful stare.
Malon looked puzzled, then understanding lit her eyes and she paled. “The rebellion…”
“Mm. You may know better than I how the old Queen, and the royal family for generations before, suppressed the people of Hyrule through overwhelming military might. Or perhaps you were sheltered from this, living in the country. This strength was obtained by feeding every gallon of cum produced by every Bearer for the last six generations to the soldiers. Having an entire “barrel,” as they callously called them, held back by Zelda was an outrage. Until, of course, they learned what she was developing. Can you imagine the abject devastation I could have unleashed, had I used the content of Linkette’s womb for destruction rather than defense? Entire cities could be erased.”
Malon was suddenly much less comfortable.
“I see your unease. Good, you understand. Zelda did as well. It was the first time she had ever seen that side of her family, that glint of evil in her mother’s eye. Zelda saw in her mother’s face the true annihilation of the Gerudo, and Human cities laid waste and enslaved, conquered without needing Hyrule’s magic atmosphere to displace them. That very night the Princess developed her method as far as she could carry it, fighting against even the overwhelming lust of Nayru and winning, for three entire hours while her cock throbbed for pleasure. She worked through the fog of lust, a bucket at her feet to catch the precum which drooled from her tip like a waterfall. She worked until she could not resist five minutes more.”
“And then?”
“And then she summoned me. I found my expanded breast size cumbersome during duty and had long since taken to wearing my enchanted breast bindings. She took advantage of that, stuffing her compiled notes down my cleavage and out of sight. She begged me to ride her, to allow her to fill me up with her semen, and she begged me to flee once she had. To escape the palace, escape Castle Town, carrying her work and her power, and to complete it. The moment I conceded she set fire to her workplace and threw herself upon me.”
“You let her do it? Even after--after the first time?”
“I forgave her in that very moment. I saw the lengths she was going to to redeem herself, and I saw the compassion she had for her people. She knew her family was going to use her for terrible evil.”
“But they never got the chance to.”
Impa nodded, grim. “The Princess woke up again a week after the Castle fell to the rebels. She knew something was terribly wrong because the concubine she was filling was enormous, filling the entire inner sanctum, a room designed to hold women being filled by the Triforce of Vitality. She was pressed against the wall by the woman’s womb filling every corner of the room, could feel the very stone at her back straining under the pressure of all that cum. That’s why the concubines are exchanged every day, to stop the Princess from destroying the entire Castle with her unending orgasms.
“It took half her waking time just escaping that room. It took most of the rest wandering the empty, and in some places burning, castle. She was at her limit again when she finally came across living people, a crowd of rebels camping in the throne room. Where they had pinned the Queen’s body to the wall with spears.”
Malon shivered. “I can’t imagine how the Princess felt…”
“Princess Zelda and her mother had mutual feelings for one another: general disdain. Zelda was however very fond of her younger sister, having only known the sister of ten years prior, before her mother had corrupted her. The young Heir was still alive when Zelda found them, but was on the edge of death.”
Malon shook her head sadly. “I know tha’ Zelda’s the only Royal left, an’ I’m not sure I care to hear the details of why…”
Impa nodded. “As you wish. I will simply say, then, that the rebels attacked Zelda on sight. She did not wear clothing, but she always wore her crown. Zelda fought them off with her magic for some time, but the use of magic shortens her time awake, you see? The longer she fought, the more her lust rose. She stopped trying to keep them back, and starting chasing them down. She abandoned intelligence and tactics and tried simply to grab whichever one was nearest. She did so quickly, rammed her cock into the rebel’s cunt, and began to cum on the spot. The remaining rebels attacked her but their weapons shattered against her skin and spells dispersed with a wisp.Those first few that tried she immobilized, inflating their breasts or asses to such ludicrous sizes they couldn’t be moved. Saved them for later. The rest of the rebels fled, and the entire kingdom abandoned the castle to the terrifying ‘monster’ that lived in it.”
“How long was she in there? Alone?”
“Three months, though she had those seven rebels for company. That’s when I returned, her work completed. I had to scale their wombs like mountains to reach her, had to press her face to my bosom just to distract her from her plaything. But when she turned her cock to me, I turned her cum against it. Only the power of a goddess can seal the power of a goddess, and Zelda supplied me with a great deal of goddessly power. That is how the Princess regained her mind and body, how Hyrule regained its leadership, and how the daily ritual which blesses this land was born.”
Malon’s eyes were wide with awe. She glanced at Linkette, then ahead to the now-closeby gates of the palace. They were barely distinguishable under the flood of viscous pungent seed that bathed them. “And it’s been that way ever since, huh? Until now…”
 
 
 
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this slower-paced, more lore focused chapter. If you have any questions or comments, I’d love to hear them.