Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Attack of the Desert Tribe

This is a work of erotic fan fiction, with equal emphasis on story, world, and sex. Fetishes included are: futanari, huge cock, hot dogging, massive insertion, hyper futanari, breast/penis/balls expansion and cum inflation on a hyper scale.
 
Chapter 9: Attack of the Desert Tribe
 
Zelda's mind was trapped in the fog of lust. The fog obscured her view of the outside world, made the reality beyond the pleasure in her cock and the tight, wet envelope of the milk maiden’s cunt hazy and unfocused. The mere presence of Linkette had driven her straight beyond the first five stages of her arousal, pushed her right into the edge between being the brilliant monarch of the kingdom of Hyrule and being a sex-obsessed mindless nymph with the power of a god. Very little could hope to penetrate the fog of lust, very little could ever pull her out of such a frenzy of vulgar delight.
Which is why the fact she knew there was a battle raging around her meant the battle was epic and terrible. Flashes of sensation both magical and physical slipped past the obscuring wall of her libido, presenting brief snapshots of the situation around her. Impa was fighting, she was highly mobile and extremely lethal. Her body danced around Zelda's bedchamber with magic and knives, a dance of death and guardianship. She was the most visible to Zelda, as she was the most familiar.
But there were others in the room as well, others that did not belong. Zelda fought against the lust of Nayru, throwing the entirety of her mental fortitude against the obscene wall of the goddess’ power. They were old foes, and knew each other's tricks. They wrestled for control of her body, wrestled for control of her senses. The lust desired only to feel the flesh on its flesh, to hear the wet slap of lap meeting ass, the squelch of cock plowing pussy. The lust only wished to see the wild bouncing, jiggling, undulating waves rolling through the milk maiden’s immense breasts.
Zelda wished to experience all those things as well, but she was much more desperate to know what dire scene was playing out around her. She was the greatest magical talent on the face of the planet, if she could but see what she needed to strike!
Zelda grappled with the lust in a battle of will, pushed it into an unsteady position. She had not the strength of will to push it beyond that, she was not strong enough to topple the lust of a goddess on her own, but she had weapons in her arsenal. She drew one from the sheath of her mind then, throwing it in the face of the lust. Her child sister, young and innocent, sweet and happy. Not just a picture, but the ties of emotion that it was bound to.
Lust was staggered by this weapon, it's balance shattered for the moment. Zelda's will leapt upon it and bound it beneath her, for the mere moments such bindings would last. Using her newfound and brief control and awareness, she found the intruders battling against Impa. Gerudo, their dark skin and pointed noses as distinctive as the airy, colorful garb they were dressed in. The signs of their rebellion have been stirring for some time. Of course they would pounce now, when the land was blanketed in the Princess’ semen, her aura of lust covering all her subjects for dozens of miles in any direction. Hyrule had never been so vulnerable as it was right then. 
A blast of magic leapt from Zelda's hand, striking six of the dozen warriors battling Impa. They turned to stone, removing them from the fight while allowing them to be restored and questioned later. That was the most she could contribute however, as channeling the goddess’ power freed the lust from her binding, and Zelda sunk herself to the hilt into the milk maiden’s dripping interior, both crying out in the pleasure of it.
 
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Impa swelled with pride in the Princess, knowing full well the monumental effort that single spell had taken to achieve. She made use of Zelda's effort, throwing out a Deku nut to blind and stun the remaining enemies. She dashed towards the princess’ naked back, words already shaping the ritual of binding. She slid to her knees behind the princess, her arm outstretched as it flew between Zelda's legs and beneath her pussy, her palm sliding up the length of Zelda's cock as it dove into Malon’s pussy. All at once her fingers were awash in cum so hot it nearly burned, but instead tingled so pleasurably the most primal, undisciplined part of her mind wished to be immersed more fully in it.
The cum began to sink into her skin, drawn into her body by the spell so that it might become the fuel for greater magic. Zelda's cock began to shrink, it's true size unknowable so long as it remained inside the milk maiden, but undoubtedly massive and daunting. Impa threw her full concentration into the spell, hastening the sealing ritual as much as she was able. If she could only free Zelda's mind, if she could only unshackle her from the bonds of her lust…
Impa was struck in the back of the head, and her face slumped into the pillow of Zelda's ass as consciousness left her.
 
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“I don't understand, who was that girl?!” Linkette asked as they ran, cum-slick and erotic parts bouncing wildly. Linkette, being incapable of feeling anything other than pleasure from her genitals, wasn't bothered in the slightest by the sharp and wild bouncing of her cock and balls. Instead, she clutched her breasts to her chest tightly with both hands, supple flesh flowing out between her fingers and wobbling madly with each step. 
“I have no idea!” Cynthia, in contrast, was having an unexpectedly difficult time with the new size of her dick, which didn't fit in her underwear and so bounced just as free and wild with every bounding leap. 
“What? But didn't you say her name when you saw her?”
“No, Gerudo is their race! The desert people!”
Linkette’s eyes widened. “You mean she wasn't a Hylian?” 
Cynthia shot her a look of disgust. “Of course not, those savages have two cocks!” 
Linkette had no idea why that particular fact earned such scorn, as Linkette found the idea of one bedmate with two cocks to milk compelling in the extreme. But if these Gerudo were responsible for attacking them, Linkette didn't feel inclined to defend them at that time. 
“There! Zelda’s room!” Cynthia pointed at huge wooden double doors, and they raced to meet them. The Hylians burst through the doors and then froze at the sight on the other side. 
A cluster of Gerudo women were frozen as stone on the far side of the room. Between them was Zelda, and the far, far more massive form of Malon. 
Zelda was completely nude, and completely lost to lust. Her testicles hung down past her knees and beat the side of Malon’s womb like a drum with every massive thrust, sending huge wobbling waves through the surface of her belly. Her hips were stretched impossibly, her pussy three feet wide just to fit Zelda's cock inside it. The Princess was extracting two feet at a time before driving herself back inside. 
Malon was titanic. She had so much cum sloshing around inside her, an entire squad of soldiers could have stood side by side straight and tall inside her belly. 
Cynthia swallowed nervously, even as blood pumped into her cock at the sight. “We-we have to get Malon off of her!” 
“Then what?!” Linkette demanded, having no idea what to do. 
With a firm voice of resolution, Cynthia said “Then I get on her.”
“Gods, seriously?! This is not the time to think about riding dick!” 
Cynthia stared into Linkette’s eyes, and Linkette was stunned by the grim seriousness she found there. “If Impa isn't here, it means she's been taken. If the Gerudo came after me, we also have to assume they got all of the other Matrons. I'm the only person in the kingdom who can even attempt to calm her down. And we need her right now.”
“... Okay. Now how do we…” Linkette suddenly locked up frozen, staring intently at Zelda. 
“Linkette?” 
“I can… I can see her pussy…”
“No, Linkette--!”
“It could work… It would make sense right? If fucking her will calm my cock, then riding me should satisfy her too right? It could work, it’s worth a try…”
Cynthia grabbed Linkette by the shoulders and shook her once hard. She would have shaken her more, but their bodies were still slick with cum and Linkette slid out of her grip. 
“Stop acting so selfishly! You're just saying that as an excuse to do what you want! What you said might happen, but it's just as likely that the two of you will fall into lust together and fuck for the next six months! We can't afford that, Linkette! What the Gerudo did today is only the beginning. We need our Princess.”
Linkette turned her head and looked longingly at Zelda, at her soft and shapely ass and the pussy just beneath it. Linkette grasped her own cock, lifting it up to hug between her breasts, and stroked it softly as she thought. 
Finally, Linkette sighed and released her dick, which swung down and bobbed eagerly. “Your right. I'm sorry. I wanted it so bad that I--”
Linkette suddenly froze again. A smile started to form on her lips. “I want her so bad… and she wants me just as much! The two of us arouse each other more than anything else in the world! Cynthia, I know how to get Malon off Zelda's cock!”
Without waiting for approval, Linkette approached Zelda from behind. Very careful to keep her cock away from the mouth of Zelda’s pussy, she placed her hands on Zelda’s hips and moved them up and forward, rubbing her palms across the smooth skin of Zelda’s belly, up to cup the soft mass of her breasts. As she pressed in closer Linkette’s cock slid between Zelda’s ass cheeks, rubbing up the length of her back until it was sandwiched between the warmth of their bodies, its head nestled in the soft embrace of her own breasts pressing against Zelda’s shoulder blades. 
As one hand continued up from her breast to stroke the side of Zelda’s face, so slender and beautiful, eyes closed in pleasure and face red with exertion, Zelda’s breathing grew more rapid and her face more flushed from Linkette’s touch. Linkette pressed her lips against Zelda’s long, graceful ears, and whispered “Babe…”
Zelda shuddered beneath Linkette’s hands, moaning. Linkette squeezed her breast, rubbing her cock against Zelda’s spine. “Babe… cum for me…”
Zelda convulsed, and Malon screamed her carnal joy. Linkette groped Zelda’s breast tighter, grinding her crotch against Zelda's back harder. “Cum harder…” she prompted, and Malon’s enormously inflated body lifted when the Princess’ cock bucked all the more ferociously. 
“Harder!” Linkette ordered, raising her voice and filling it with commanding authority. The Princess moaned and panted all at once, sharp intakes of breath spaced between long, loud cries of lust, which themselves were nearly drowned out by the rising roar of cum pouring forth into Malon’s belly with a sound like a massive waterfall. 
Linkette saw her strategy was on the verge of success, and yelled over Zelda’s screams of orgasm, “Give me all of your cum! All of it! I want to drown in your cock milk! Shoot it so hard she flies off your cock! Cum!” 
Zelda obeyed. Her next moan was a scream, a grunt of excursion as much as a cry of ecstasy, and her cock bucked so hard that even the weight of Malon and all the cum inside her was easily lifted off the ground. What followed was a gush of semen so cataclysmically large that Zelda’s balls, those infinite wellsprings of goddess spunk, visibly shrunk with how much cum came flooding out of them. Malon was blasted across the room on a rocket of jizz, tossed like a weightless doll.
The phallus that was revealed as Malon's womb was jettisoned off of it was immense. It was wider than a Kokiri was tall and its length was staggering, eighteen feet or more of pounding, throbbing meat, harder than stone yet soft as silk and steaming from the sweat, jizz, and fem-cum plastered across its length. Veins thicker than Linkette's supple thighs pounded out the rhythm of Zelda's racing heart as they webbed their way across the pillar of turgid lust. Linkette had climbed trees smaller than Zelda's cock. 
Malon’s womb hit the far wall, cushioning the impact and compressing, expelling an enormous jet of high velocity cum out of her cunt, a massive volume of jizz which still was not enough to even approach draining her belly. That torrential column of cum that sent her flying splashed against her back, waves of viscous cream creating a fluid umbrella as it splashed off her skin in every direction. 
After twenty straight seconds without so much as a second pump, much less any sign of slowing down, Linkette was afraid Malon would drown in cum. She tweaked Zelda’s nipple one last time, longing and sad to let go, and snaked her hand down towards Zelda’s balls. She rubbed that tight, smooth skin in huge, expansive circles, stroking those cum tanks that were so fat they forced Zelda into a bow legged stance. 
Zelda moaned, but didn't provide the reaction Linkette was looking for. So, she slid her hand up along the crevice of Zelda’s sack, leading her all the way up to Zelda’s delicate, wonderful, and so-nearly-irresistible pussy. Linkette plunged her fingers inside. 
Linkette's knees buckled as pleasure overwhelmed her. Linkette teetered on the edge of blacking out from sheer stimulation, and barely dragged her mind firmly back into consciousness. It felt this good just to touch Zelda’s pussy? How good would it feel to fuck it?! 
Linkette pulled away from Zelda’s back, grabbing her own cock and aiming it towards Zelda’s dripping pussy. It was only a flash of memory, Malon’s blissful face mid-climax, that pulled Linkette up short. She couldn’t. Not yet, not while Malon was in danger, not when they didn’t know what would happen. She shoved her hand into Zelda’s pussy again and stroked her insides.
Zelda’s cock bucked, surging upwards so that her spray shot straight up and crashed against the ceiling. The flying cum struck the domed ceiling and splashed outward over its surface. It looked for several moments as if it would stick there without falling, glued to the ceiling, but as Zelda's infinite orgasm continued to pile on more and more musky white cream it began raining down in thick globs. 
Linkette withdrew her hand from Zelda's pussy and reached her arms around Zelda's body, hugging the towering cock on the other side and keeping it pointed up. She looked back at the wall; she couldn't see Malon. She was buried under a mountain of cum, but Linkette couldn't let go of Zelda's cock, couldn't let it fall back down and just pile more cum on. “Cynthia?! C’mon, do it now! Cynthia?!”
No response. Linkette searched the room and found her, lying on the floor and furiously jacking off her dick, lost in self-pleasure. Linkette groaned in annoyance, then had an idea. She looked down at the head of her own cock, poking up between her breasts, forced into that position from how tightly Linkette was pressing her front into Zelda's back. Clear, fluid precum was flowing from its mouth, and had been since the moment she smelled the heavy musk of Zelda’s sex wafting down the hall outside Zelda's bedchamber. 
Linkette let go of Zelda’s cock with one hand, turning her body away from the Princess and towards the self-indulgent Matron. Linkette squeezed her own dick at the base, aimed at Cynthia, and stroked upwards in one quick, powerful motion. 
A stream of precum leapt from her dick, flew across the room, and splashed Cynthia's face. The Matron gasped and sputtered, lubricant flying from her lips in a spray, and she looked around in sudden surprised awareness. 
“Hurry!” Linkette yelled, “Do it!” 
“R-right!” She leapt to her feet and ran towards them, then past them. Linkette let go of Zelda’s cock and it fell like a tree, slow at first but gaining speed with every second until at last it hit the floor with a deafening crash that shook the very stone beneath their feet. The never ending stream of cum slammed against the wall and pooled on the floor, and Cynthia raced to the head of her dick. She put her hand in front of its mouth, and was violently slapped aside by the force of Zelda’s ejaculation. But she got what she wanted: a thick coating of cum drenching her palm and fingers. 
Cynthia began to speak in Old Hylian and her hands began to glow. She slapped her hands down on the surface of Zelda’s cock, a web of golden lines and runes spreading out across the turgid surface, and heaved her leg up and around the top of the enormous phallus. Gravity asserted itself and she swung down, pussy-first, into the mouth of Zelda’s cock.
She had to fight to stay in place there, the overwhelming pressure of Zelda’s cum stream pushing to toss her away, but her hands were bound in place against the wide expanse of throbbing flesh and she did not yield. Cum splashed against Cynthia’s crotch, shoving her balls up against her cock, and her cock against her belly, all the while thick white sheets of fluid rebounded off her and splashed onto the floor, into the air, across Cynthia’s body and all over Zelda’s cock. What didn’t splash away eagerly invaded; geysers of hot stringy cum shot straight from Zelda’s urethra up Cynthia’s cunt. Within moments Cynthia’s belly began to swell; in the seconds she had before her womb was inflated too large to reach around, Cynthia pulled herself one hand at a time down the length of Zelda’s cock. As Cynthia pulled herself forward Zelda’s cock seemed to vanish from existence, its length and girth should have bulged through Cynthia’s stomach, moulded her ribcage while it fucked her lungs, and forced its way out of Cynthia’s mouth from the inside. Instead it sunk itself deeper and deeper into Cynthia’s snatch, the growing bubble of cum-filled flesh its only evidence.
Linkette would have loved to stay and watch, to have seen any of that, but the moment Cynthia laid hands on Zelda’s member Linkette had dashed away towards the mountain of cum piled against the wall of the room, under which Malon was buried. Linkette judged where Malon was likely to be and dove in fearlessly.
Her first step brought the cum up around her ankles. Her second step saw it rise up to her knees. The smell of jizz was overpowering, intoxicating; her cock seemed to grow three times as hard and throb five times as often, and slick fluid flowed openly down her thighs from her pussy. Linkette’s hands dove into Zelda’s cum, digging through it like a mole through dirt searching for Malon. It was hot, almost steaming, and had the consistency of pudding. It squished and squeezed between her fingers as she flexed and shoved waves of cum aside, wading ever deeper into the mound.
Another step in, and the height of the cum pile was level with Linkette’s crotch. The head of her cock slashed through the clingy mound of cum, swiping sideways with the sway of Linkette’s hips, then sank almost to the hilt as she stumbled forward and her dick impaled the hill of ejaculate. Linkette’s pussy, not even being covered by pants or panties, became submerged in Zelda’s cum.
Linkette stumbled, gasping and moaning as warmth and light flooded her insides. A small wave of force exploded out from her, rippling through the surface of semen, but it did not carry nearly the energy of the pulse that cracked buildings and swept away whole crowds in the city. When Linkette looked down at herself, lifting her hands for inspection, everything she saw was bathed in luminous golden light--the light pouring from her glowing eyes.
But she could think, and so she could move. The electric thrill of pleasure Zelda's cum imparted along Linkette's pussy lips was immense, but not all consuming. Emboldened by this discovery Linkette strode deeper, swimming as much as walking in Zelda’s piled spunk. Her arms swept far and wide searching for Malon, and as she searched she slowly became aware of something: Zelda’s cum was not simply tingling magically against Linkette’s pussy. It was flowing into her. Linkette, now attentive, could feel how her cunt was widened, forced open by an in-rushing flow of over a liter per second. Her hands flew up to her belly, feeling for the inevitable swell of her womb which she couldn’t see past her huge breasts, but there was none. Her belly did not swell.
Linkette had no time to wonder at this. Malon had been without air too long, she had to find her immediately. Linkette dove into the semen again, and a dozen seconds later cried out with joy as her hands brushed against a familiar fleshy mound.
Linkette latched on, her other arm swinging around and locating the second tit. They were HUGE! Far bigger than the last time they had fucked! But that wasn’t important; Linkette dragged herself closer, ran her hands up from Malon’s tits to her shoulders, and lifted her crotch. She could feel with her legs how massive Malon’s belly was, and knew she would be too heavy to drag out of the mountain of suffocating, erotic white slime. So instead of trying that, Linkette grabbed her own balls and lifted, setting them down atop Malon’s head as she pressed her pussy against the farm girl’s face.
The flow of Zelda’s cum into Linkette’s pussy was a fast and powerful suction. A divot appeared in the top of the cum pile above Malon’s head, a pit which grew deeper and deeper with every second as more and more jizz flooded up into Linkette’s ravenous cunt. 
Malon’s gorgeous red hair appeared, slick and matted with a heavy coating of white slime but only the more beautiful for it, and moments later her entire head was free. As her wet, cum-coated lips came into the open a burst of pent-up air exploded from her mouth, followed instantly by a deep gasp to replace it. What followed after was a moan so deep, so loud, and so long that the walls seemed to shake in sympathy to Malon’s pleasure.
Linkette pulled her cunt away from Malon’s face, crying in joy that she was safe and alive--and very, very happy. Linkette collapsed to her knees, her pussy still drinking in the cum that engulfed it, and threw her arms around Malon while she buried her head in that sweet, welcome bosom she loved so much. They were spraying milk like geysers from her nipples, Malon’s tits trying to imitate the inhuman jettison of white fluid flying from Zelda’s cock.
Linkette squeezed Malon tighter for a moment, then let go and kissed her passionately on the lips. The taste of Zelda’s cum on those lips, salty and bitter and yet to her, the most delicious flavor in all the world, unleashed a burst of electric energy inside Linkette. Filled with this energy and with a purpose, Linkette stood up and turned around.
Cynthia was impaled on Zelda’s member. Only half its length at most was burrowed inside the Matron’s pussy, but that still left a column of cock larger than a person protruding from her crotch. Cynthia’s hands were joined together in some complicated sign and her lips were moving at a dizzying pace, speaking the words of magic. But she was out of her league, even Linkette could see that. The golden runes in the air around her faltered and sparked, dimmed and flared chaotically. And Zelda’s cock was only marginally less girthy, if even that. Cynthia needed help. 
Linkette walked with a purpose, wading out of the now significantly smaller mound of cum she had rescued Malon from. Her naked foot plopped wetly against the first patch of clean tile she stepped on, as her entire body from the neck down was coated in Zelda’s cum. But as she strode towards the Princess with a determined gait, Linkette could feel something odd in the way she moved, an unusual impediment against her legs. Thoughts of that evaporated moments later, as bright golden light began to shine from beneath Linkette’s breasts. 
Linkette stopped in surprise, grabbing her tits and pulling them aside to look down at herself. She gasped at what was revealed: her cock was three inches longer with another inch in girth, while her balls had swelled beyond belief. Originally the size of large apples and barely visible behind the mast of her cock, each testicle was now easily the width of a canteloup, and leaning more towards the size of watermelons. The golden light came from the mark of a triangle on Linkette’s right testicle, something she had never seen before. And she knew it wasn’t just because she had never been able to see past her own fat tits and girthy cock before, because there were two more triangle marks on her left testicle and above the base of her dick, both nothing more than hollow outlines, and she definitely would have been able to see the latter mark.
"Well, I guess that answers where Zelda’s cum went." Linkette looked up at Zelda hunched forward over her own dick, her beautiful breasts dangling from her chest and her full, plush lips opened wide as drool threatened to spill from her tongue. Desire, and determination, seized Linkette’s chest, and as she walked forward again she said “And I know exactly where to put it…”
Cynthia was too engrossed in her spell to object, or even notice Linkette. She was able to stride right past, along the huge length of Zelda’s dick, and stop right beside Zelda’s body. 
Linkette’s leg swung over Zelda’s cock, her ass straddling the girth of its shaft. Her pussy was gushing lubrication, which flowed around her balls, down the slope of Zelda’s throbbing meat and splashed against the wall of her crotch. The golden-haired forest girl stared straight into the eyes of Hyrule’s Princess. 
Zelda was blind to the world and unresponsive, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as convulsions of pleasure twitched in her titanic cock and subsequently rocked her entire body with tremendous force. She didn't even notice Linkette in front of her, all she was aware of was the gushing of cum and the sliding of skin against her cock. 
Zelda wasn't standing anymore. From the time Malon had flown off her dick on a rocket of spunk to this moment, Zelda’s balls had swelled out to a size that consumed all reason. Each testicle was larger than the entire rest of her body, save her cock, and had grown so huge that the Princess now sat on them like a pale throne and was still taller than if she had remained on her feet. Her balls pulsed like a heart pumping cum instead of blood; every other second they would swell up, lifting Zelda’s body whole inches into the air, then shrink down again as her cock pumped out another tidal wave of semen into Cynthia's snatch--but always remaining larger than they had been moments before. 
With a twinge of regret Linkette wondered if it had been a bad plan to order the Princess to cum so much harder for her, but she put those thoughts out of mind. Somewhere deep in her bones, in the core of her cock and center of her balls, Linkette knew what she had to do next. And she did it with eager anticipation. 
Linkette placed her hands flat on the wide surface of Zelda’s dick, leaning forward to slide her palms down its length. Along the way she collected a heaping dose of her own pussy’s juices flowing down-slope across Zelda’s cock. Linkette's hands clapped wetly against the base of her own two-foot-plus meat pillar. She ran her hands up her own length, thoroughly coating it while simultaneously squeezing out her urethra. A dollop of precum a dozen times larger than the average ejaculation poured out her tip and into her hand, which then immediately smeared it all across Zelda’s lips. 
The Princess inhaled through her nose and Cynthia grunted on the end of her dick as the flow of cum doubled into her cunt. Then Linkette forced her fingers inside Zelda's mouth, coating her tongue and throat.
Zelda's moan was loud even muffled through Linkette's fist. She thoroughly covered Zelda's mouth in a few quick motions before withdrawing her fist, moving both hands to the sides of Zelda’s face. 
She grasped Zelda’s long pointed ears roughly and yanked her head down. Zelda's mouth mashed against Linkette's fist-sized cock head, parting her lips and forcing its way inside. Zelda gasped, the air slurping wetly around Linkette's meat. With Linkette sitting high on the sloping girth of Zelda's cock and Zelda’s shoulders hunched over to reach the head of Linkette's long, hard dick their eyes were level, and Linkette stared straight into Zelda’s. She watched as the mindless fog lifted from Zelda's eyes and lucid clarity poured back into them, watched a complicated display of emotions play out within them in the span of a single moment:
Shock 
Confusion 
Recognition 
Want 
Linkette needed no further cue. She pulled Zelda down as she thrust her hips up. Her balls careened upwards, swinging like pendulums to crash against Zelda's throat as it was impaled on Linkette’s spear of futanari flesh. With her mouth stretched wide by Linkette's cock and nose buried in her crotch Zelda's eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was intoxicated on the alien sensation of being filled, being stretched, being fucked. 
It was like nothing she had ever experienced, nothing she had ever dreamed of, like nothing she had even wondered in the briefest of idle thoughts. She gagged, choked and slurped around the massive shaft invading her throat. By reflex she tried to swallow, only managing to milk the head of the cock teasing the entrance of her stomach. The lust of Nayru receded, left her lucid and thinking; she had questions, questions about Impa, about the Gerudo, she wanted to know what had happened that led up to this. But she put those questions aside for the moment, because even as the overbearing mindless need of Nayru’s cock faded from her mind it was replaced with something she had never felt before: her own lust, her own horniness. She wanted Linkette in a way that was entirely new to her, and so she allowed herself to be limp while Linkette took command and slammed the royal head down on her cock again and again.
As Linkette plunged herself deep into Zelda’s throat, she knew something was different. She had done this once before, thrusting her cock forcefully down Seala’s throat. That had felt great, the squeezing tightness across her whole throbbing length, but like every other touch on her raging erection it hadn’t been able to satisfy her. It had been a nice feeling that, ultimately, led nowhere.
But this was different. Zelda was different, but not in a way she expected. Zelda’s throat didn’t feel better than Seala’s had, it was the exact same level of pleasure she had felt that first festival night. Unlike Zelda’s pussy, granting her leg-numbing ecstasy even through a simple finger, her throat didn’t have that same magic spark, her Triforce didn’t react with Linkette’s in there.
But it was different, different from all those other times. For the first time in her life Linkette’s cock felt like her pussy did, for the first time Linkette’s pleasure grew with time. It built up, increasing in intensity. It felt like she was climbing a mountain of sex, going to ever-greater heights. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, breathing deeply and steadily as she pounded away. Her pleasure was mounting, peaking, her cock buzzed with electric sensation pooling intensely in its tip while her balls quivered and compressed the churning stores of cum inside her. Cum she had borrowed, absorbed, drank in from women all over. Cum from Malon, cum from the city girls, cum from the Priestess, cum from Cynthia, and most of all cum from Zelda herself.
The pleasure hit a crescendo. Linkette gasped, seized up as she shoved Zelda’s head all the way down and then hugged it tight against her crotch. “Uuuh! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh!”
Her cock bucked inside Zelda’s throat and out came a wave of viscous cum, charging up the length of her dick in a thick, powerful spurt. Cum poured down Zelda’s throat through the tube of her cock, swelling as the load passed through and emptied out directly into Zelda’s stomach. The creamy white fluid swirled inside her gut, filling her like an enormous meal in moments. More continued to pour in, pump after pump as Linkette’s hips jerked and spasmed in glorious, welcomed release.
Zelda’s belly swelled with the outpouring of cum. She was stretched wide and filled like she had done countless times to others, growing taut and rounded with the filling of cum until she looked pregnant. But she didn’t grow beyond that; her belly stopped, strained, and Linkette grunted as her cock tried to force in more cum that simply wouldn’t fit. Her cock won out; cum shot out into Zelda’s stomach, and Zelda’s stomach forced the cum up her throat around Linkette’s cock. She vomited semen out around the massive stretching plug of phallic meat, drenching her own face and coating Linkette’s crotch in sticky, musky white. 
Linkette shivered in release and finally let go of Zelda’s head. With her legs weak from orgasmic spasms she didn’t have the strength to stay upright; she toppled from her perch atop Zelda’s massive meat, dragging her cock out of Zelda’s throat as she fell back-first to the ground. She continued to spasm from the floor, her cock throwing thick ropes of cum high into the air which dropped back down to splash all across her body. 
Several long minutes later, both Linkette and Zelda’s dicks were growing softer. Nayru’s lust remained banished from Zelda’s mind, weakened enough for Cynthia’s novice magic to soothe her sex. Zelda stared in amazement at her own belly, bulging and wobbling and stretched to a shiny red sheen, filled with cum. She tasted cum. Linkette’s cum. She was so full of it that every would-be word and slight jostle of her stomach ended in a thick gush of salty fluid flowing up her throat and launching out of her mouth.
Weakly, body lethargic and mind hazy with climactic bliss, Linkette turned her head and opened her eyes through the thick coating of cum across her body. Slowly she brought a hand up to her face, inspecting the web of slimy white stretching across her fingers. She brought the cum down to her lips and licked it.
“Zelda’s…” she said with a loving smile on her face, voice hardly a whisper. She could taste it, she knew it more intimately than she knew her own cock. Zelda’s cum was what her dick had thrown from its end, but it was different as well… delicious, yes, and particularly arousing to her, but it was scrubbed clean of all its magical potency. It was Zelda’s cum… not Nayru’s.
She looked up, past the breasts pooling heavily on her chest, and studied her wilting cock. It wasn’t soft, it was softer. Half-mast for the first time in nearly a year, her cock was shrunken and spongy and drooping noticeably to the left… but it was still standing up. Linkette didn’t know how she knew, but she knew that all she had just done was purge Zelda’s cum from her body. Zelda’s… and others. Slurping on her slimy fingers, she could taste Malon as well, and Cynthia, and so many others she had rode in town. All the cum her pussy had drunk in for the past few weeks, all the jizz her balls had absorbed and collected and packed in with magical density, that had been expelled. She was back to zero, her cock hungry to relieve its own lust… but for now content.
For now, for the first time in her life, Linkette’s cock felt… satisfied.
 
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Here’s a bonus deleted scene for you:
 
Zelda let out a screaming moan of ecstasy as her hips rubbed against the Gerudo’s ass, and a load of cum so hot and heavy and massive that a single spurt took 10 seconds to complete and inflated her womb to the size of her body surging forth from Zelda's cock. Tears of pleasure streamed down the Gerudo's face as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Held aloft by nothing but the strength and rigidity of Zelda's member, her breasts naked and facing the ceiling, the Gerudo's stomach swelled above her and began to inflate over the rest of her body, her stomach swelling to cover her chest and pressed into her wide open thighs.
Then her balance shifted, the weight of her womb began to tilt to one side, and in a tidal wave of sloshing liquid bound by flesh the Gerudo woman tilted over, rotating around the impaling log of Zelda's enormous dick. The rotating motion of her pussy spinning, sliding over Zelda's cock caused them both to orgasm harder, Zelda's cum shooting out faster and thicker than before, while the Gerudo's two dicks sprayed rope after milky rope across the expansive wall of her womb.
Cynthia only allowed herself a moment of fear before her face set in determination. “Zelda’s losing control. We need to get that Gerudo off her cock, and me onto it!”
 
 