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Link slid his sword horizontally through the black bokoblin in front of him, watching as the flicker of life left its eyes. It staggered back momentarily before its legs buckled and it collapsed. Unfortunately for it, the bokoblin was dangerously close to the ledge of the fort they were standing atop - its lifeless body dipped off the platform and fell into the muddy water below, sinking out of sight.
Link wiped the sweat from his brow. He hadn’t come across a tower this well-defended yet, but the woodland tower was surrounded by both enemies and a quicksand-like bog. Getting to the top was going to be no small feat. He glanced around for a path forward and saw a bridge above him connecting his platform in the bog to another right by the tower.
No way up, Link thought. At least, no way that was intended. The wooden platform he was on must stand thirty feet tall, with a second story halfway up that connects to a similar wooden structure near the tower. The bridge between the two looked somewhat unstable, but it was better than sinking into the bog.
Rain poured down as Link gripped a pole holding up the structure and began to shimmy his way up. Planks of wood formed makeshift walls he was able to use as support for his feet as he climbed the structure, shimmying his way to the outer side of the walls as he climbed. Despite sliding back down the walls a few times due to the rain, he was finally able to reach the upper platform of the structure. He climbed on top of it and took a moment to catch his breath, drenched from the downpour that seemed to be so common in this area of Hyrule. He was almost to the tower.
He looked warily at the bridge he would have to be crossing to the other platform. His destination was made of old wooden planks, two sides of the square-shaped platform covered by planked walls while one side gave access to the tower. Leaning against one wall was a Moblin. The creature must have stood at least ten feet tall, with a large, crooked horn protruding from its forehead. Its muscular arms and lower legs were wrapped in bandages, with a brown loin cloth wrapped around its waist. Its long snout and red eyes were a familiar sight, but this one’s skin was tinged a dark navy blue.
Link quietly groaned, realizing he would have to fight one more creature before ascending the tower. He was exhausted. The rain poured down around the wooden structures, a crescent moon and the glow of the tower providing the only illumination. Thankfully, this seemed to keep the Moblin from noticing Link. The hero pulled out his bow and readied his shot.
The arrow sped through the air and struck true, lodging itself right beneath the monster’s horn. The Moblin yelled out in agony and fell backwards, stunned. This was Link’s chance. The hero rushed forward, dashing over the wooden planks that formed the bridge and gripping his sword tightly. The monster was already getting to its feet by the time he had arrived. Link slashed at the creature with his sword, cutting into its shoulder, before the Moblin’s club smacked him in the side and knocked the air out of his lungs. Link hit the wall in a daze. The Moblin went to swing for the hero’s head this time, but Link instead ducked and slashed at the creature’s left leg.
It sliced through, eliciting a howl of agony from the beast as it fell to a knee and dropped its club. Even in this position it still remained taller than Link. The hero sliced across the kneeling beast’s chest and it fell to its side against the wooden planks, eyes frantically searching its surroundings for the club it dropped so that it could defend itself. Link knew these things always got up even after they looked defeated. He gripped his broadsword and plunged it into the creature’s chest.
The Moblin yelled out in agony, but the creature’s end had come. Its body was mostly limp at this point. Link went to pull out the sword and to his surprise, he couldn’t. In his haste for killing the creature, he’d accidentally wedged the sword into the planks beneath the monster. Well, shit.
Link turned to the tower. Now seemed like as good a time as any to try and give it a climb.
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After having tried to climb the tower for the better part of half an hour, Link had to admit he was too exhausted and out of stamina to try to scale the gargantuan structure in the rain. He found himself repeatedly sliding down its surface whenever he attempted to, and he couldn’t quite make it to any platform to catch his breath. He resigned himself to waiting out the rain. The hero sat down next to the slain Moblin, moonlight illuminating its navy skin through the rainfall. He was all alone out here with a dead creature. That’s the last thing he wanted for his night.
Or, at least he thought it was dead. Looking at it in the moonlight, he could see its chest barely rising and falling around the sword it was impaled on. His eyes drifted to those of the creature and saw the slightest flicker of recognition. The creature was dying a slow death next to him. Its tongue, nearly dry, was draping out the side of its mouth and he could now recognize the sound of the Moblin’s faint, ragged breathing over the drizzle of the rainy night. What was he supposed to do now?
These things were evil, right? They deserved to die. But Link couldn’t stop himself from studying the monster’s features. They were tall, muscular beasts, and up close Link had to respect what a remarkable and formidable specimen they were. This one nearly got the best of him. Yet, for all his fighting the creatures, he’d never studied one too deeply.
Tentatively, he reached out his hand and placed it against the monster’s stomach. The skin was smooth and slightly warm to the touch, muscles rippling beneath the surface. Link ran his fingers delicately along its abdominal muscles. The creatures had no hair, and to his surprise – though why would he have noticed before? – they had no nipples, either. Link’s other hand went to the creature’s exposed chest, rubbing where he imagined a nipple would typically go. He and Kilton had discussed their love for monsters, but seeing a barely-living creature this close and getting to examine it made Link realize he really did have a fascination with these creatures he fought against.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught Link’s attention. He turned towards the source and his cheeks reddened. Perhaps due to his exploratory touching, there were occasional twitches beneath the creature’s loin cloth. Apparently the monster wasn’t used to being explored just as much as Link wasn’t used to exploring them. In his gut, Link felt that what he was about to do would leave him cursed by the Goddesses themselves, but his curiosity was a powerful force and he had to wait out the rain. He slid his fingers down the creature’s abdomen and over the top of the loin cloth.
The brown fabric was rough like burlap, but he could feel a lengthy protrusion beneath it. The mound responded instantly to his touch. It jerked as Link’s fingers trailed over it, enticing Link to cup his hand over the mound and rub. The attention appeared to be welcomed. He could feel a sizable member growing rigid beneath the fabric, pressing wantingly against his palm through the burlap. Link was nervous to take the next step, instead opting to continue massaging the creature’s sex through the cloth even as the cloth tented beneath his hand. The size of its length was fascinating to the boy.
Nervously, he slid his fingers to the edge of the loin cloth and lifted it up to the monster’s waist in one quick motion. He was shocked. Considering the creature was roughly twice his height, he supposed it made sense for its cock to be large. However, the navy blue dick that rose to attention looked to be the length and width of the boy’s arm. It stood rigid in the rainy night air, pulsing occasionally for its viewer. Did he dare…?
Link steeled himself. He’d come this far, there was no one around to ever know what was about to happen, and the creature would soon be dead anyway. This would be his only chance to ever do something like this. He reached out his hand and gripped the cock near its head, squeezing gently. The creature seemed to appreciate the attention. The cock pulsed in his hand, nearly jerking out of his grip considering his fingers couldn’t quite touch when encircling the monster’s sex. Link watched with fascination as he slid his hand up and down the creature’s length, silently stroking it. Was this the first time the Moblin had ever been touched like this? Do Moblins typically even have sex? A large bead of precum formed at the slit, then was knocked loose by Link’s stroking. It slid down the creature’s shaft until it met Link’s fingers, its warmth a welcome surprise in the cold night. It coated his fingers and Link released his grip momentarily so that the creature’s natural lubricant could get beneath his palm. He then resumed his stroking, now slick with the creature’s excitement. His strokes now made squelching sounds as the skin met the cock head, then was pulled back down. The creature apparently was easy to excite, as it appeared to be releasing a somewhat steady stream of pre-cum that kept Link’s hand wet as it explored.
Link’s own cock was hard in his trousers as he felt the warm, throbbing cock of the Moblin. Against his better judgment – do Moblins carry diseases? – he pulled his hand away and brought the fingers to his mouth.
Then, he reached out his tongue and licked the precum off of his fingers.
It tasted like any man’s would, and Link wasn’t sure why that surprised him. Perhaps he thought it would taste sour or like malice personified, but instead it was warm, watery, and with a slightly salty aftertaste. It tasted… good.
Link gripped the cock with his licked-off fingers, stroking the length once more. This time, though, he used his other hand to spread the dying creature’s muscular legs. He kneeled between them, staring at the throbbing, slick navy cock, before leaning in and tasting it.
The cock seemed to jump in his hand when it felt Link’s tongue. The watery taste of its precum was all Link could taste as he ran his tongue in circles around its head, lapping up the creature’s arousal, as he began to stroke it with both of his hands. The Moblin’s large, dark balls bounced against the plank floor with each stroke, and Link couldn’t help but marvel at it as he slid his tongue along the creature’s penis slit. He ran a hand down to the ballsack and rubbed it. The monster’s testicles seemed to be the size of cantaloupes, though much less heavy. Link had always had a love for balls, and these were so big, so full…
Link scooted back and then laid on his stomach between the creature’s legs, examining the Moblin’s balls. Then, he grabbed them and brought them to his face. He tasted the musky skin of the Moblin’s sack, kissing and sucking it as he pressed the monster’s balls against his face. He massaged them against his cheeks, coating his face with the Moblin’s scent, and let out a soft moan at how warm it felt against his skin. The Moblin’s balls were twitching with need, and Link understood that his exploration wasn’t yet completed. He ran his tongue up the arm-like length of the creature’s sex, savoring the flavor of its precum, before he stood up. If the creature was dying, he might as well send it out in style.
He dropped his trousers and boxers, sliding off his boots, and stared at the rigid cock in front of him. To ride it would feel more like getting fisted than anything, given its size. Its width was nothing to sneeze at either. He would have to be patient. He reached into his backpack and found his stash of red chuchu jelly, which he applied generously along the creature’s length. Not only would it make an excellent lubricant, he wagered, but it was relaxingly warm to the touch. He coated his hand with some and squatted, stroking the creature’s sex with his free hand. He rubbed his coated hand against his entrance, then slowly worked one finger into his body. Over the course of ten minutes, he managed to work in the second, third, fourth, and then finally a fifth. From there, he delicately worked himself open enough to take his whole fist. Link imagined this was about as ready as he’d ever be.
He stared at the thick navy cock and questioned if he was really going to do this, but his ass ached from its stretching and he needed to know what it felt like. The impaled, dying creature offered no resistance as he lowered himself onto its cock.
The spongy head met his gaping ass and twitched against Link, as if urging him to go faster. He gripped the cock mid-shaft and steadied it, then slowly sat. The rounded head didn’t seem as though it would fit at first, but soon Link could feel the ache of his body stretching to accommodate the girthy appendage. His ass burned as the head slid inside, working its way past his resistance as Link shouted curses in his head. His body pushed against the cock, begging for it to retreat, but Link slid himself down anyways. Soon the head slid past the tight muscles of his entrance and penetrated him, leading to a heady rush for the boy as his sensitive inner walls were stretched to their limit around the massive cock. Link could feel the thick cock twitch inside him with approval, but so far he had only managed to take the head. His job was far from done.
Link took a moment to get used to being stretched more than he’d ever thought possible, then slid himself further down the shaft. Inch after inch of the beast’s sex slowly disappeared into his tight, resistant body. He could feel the cock crawling deeper and deeper into him, stretching him out as it penetrated between his hips, through his pelvis, and into his lower stomach. He kept going until suddenly he was met with an intense burst of pain that made him flinch. Apparently, this was as far as he could take the beast. He looked down to see he’d managed to take roughly half its length. Not bad, the hero reckoned. He staid squatted there, impaled on the creature’s cock, for several minutes so that his body could grow accustomed to the intrusion, and then he began to slide it out.
The creature’s navy cock was throbbing inside him, each twitch feeling like it was rearranging Link’s insides, as he began to lift himself up and down along the Moblin’s cock. As much as the stretching burned, he found his own cock to be rigid as he rode the beast. He reached forward and held on to the hilt of the sword lodged in the creature’s chest for balance as he began to feverishly stroke his own cock, bouncing on the Moblin’s dick. The burning was giving way to intense bursts of euphoria that rocked Link’s whole body and was making his legs shake. The way the creature stretched him out meant it was squeezing that sweet spot inside of Link more than the boy had ever experienced, and he was worried the intense pleasure was going to make his legs give out. He fucked himself with the rigid dick, knowing that the creature’s precum was spilling into him and coating his inner walls so he could take his fucking, and that knowledge only served to make him feel more full and in need of release.
The Moblin seemed too close to death to be able to move much, but its cock was throbbing desperately inside the boy’s cunt. Link moaned out as the pulsations rocked his body. It felt as if the creature’s cock was nearly behind his belly button. He looked down and was shocked to find that he could see where the creature’s cock was inside of him – his stomach bulged as the creature stretched him, filling the boy up with its length and girth. He slid his hand off his cock and pressed his hand against the bulge, and true enough, he could feel the head of the creature’s cock moving in response. He continued to ride the length, side effects be damned, as he searched for his own climax. The throbbing of the creature’s cock was becoming more constant, and Link couldn’t concentrate on anything but the intense waves of euphoria rocking his body as he impaled himself repeatedly on the creature’s dick.
Link couldn’t take it any longer. He gripped the handle of the sword impaled in the chest for dear life to keep balance, rapidly sliding himself up and down the creature’s cock as he stroked himself to the brink of orgasm. He let out a needy, high-pitched moan as his orgasm overcame him. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through every fiber of his being as his body squeezed itself around the invading cock, releasing jets of warm cum over the Moblin’s defined stomach. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he rapidly stroked himself, his stomach bulging with the creature’s cock he was fucking himself with. His body’s reaction seemed to be exactly what sent the Moblin over the edge.
Link could feel the thick cock inside him pulsating rapidly – could feel the thick cum shooting through the shaft – before the creature came inside the young hero. Jet after jet of hot, thick cum poured into Link’s insides, seeding the boy and making his stomach bulge even further than before. Link yelled out in a mixture of pleasure and agony as his insides shifted, making room for the tidal wave of cum that was pouring deeper and deeper into his body in search of a way to impregnate him. The dying creature laid there as the last of its energy was used to breed its killer, and Link stared in horror at his bulging stomach that was full to bursting with the Moblin’s spend.
The cock inside of him, seemingly finished with its duty, began to soften ever so slightly. Link took this as his cue to remove it. He slowly, painstakingly slid himself off of the creature’s cock, and was met immediately with cum pouring out of his gaping ass and onto the wooden platform. His ass and stomach ached from their abuse, and his legs were shaking so badly he was certain he wouldn’t be able to walk for quite some time. He laid face-down next to the dying Moblin, cradling his belly, as the creature’s spend slowly worked its way out of his body in a steady stream. When enough of his senses had returned, he looked back over to the Moblin to find that it was finally dead for good.
Nothing left to do now besides recover and wait for the end of all this rain.
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One week later, Link walked down the road near the woodland tower back toward the stable. He’d spent his time exploring the lost woods as well as the mysterious dark woods and badlands north of the Deku Tree’s grounds. It was now time for him to set off for new adventures. The issue, unfortunately, was a Yiga attack. A member had ambushed him out of nowhere in an attempt to slit his throat, and during the scuffle, they broke the last weapon Link had – a forest dweller’s sword. Night was rapidly approaching and he needed something to defend himself, but he’d already explored this area and picked it clean of all weapons and treasure. There was nothing he could do at this point if a Yiga member were to attack, or when the moon rises and the Stal creatures rise from the ground. Ever since Ganon had returned, the skeletons of the dead creatures would reanimate at night and attack. He needed to think of a solution, and fast.
His eye locked on to the woodland tower. He had picked everything clean from this area, but there was one sword he’d left behind…
Surely the dead Moblin wouldn’t miss it?
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Link climbed on to the second floor of the wooden platform and crossed the bridge once again, approaching the slain Moblin. He knew the creatures rapidly decayed, but even he was surprised to see that the slain creature was now mostly bones. What was most interesting to Link was the way in which the decay occurred. The creature’s head, chest, arms, feet, and lower legs were now nothing but bone. Around its knees and upper stomach were rotted flesh, but the rest of the stomach, the hips, upper thighs, and cock looked to be about the same as Link had left it, though a bit more dried out. He had cleaned up the creature’s body before leaving it here to remove any evidence of their sexual escapades, but Link had a feeling it would be a little while before his body would fully recover. He still felt stretched out and empty-stomached a week after the creature bred him.
His fascination for the biology of monsters aside, the moon was rising and he had precious little time to get back to the stable. The broadsword was lodged in the planks beneath the skeletal Moblin, standing at attention between two of his rib bones. Link gripped it by the handle and yanked up, but to no avail. He tried again, then again, then again, but the sword was stuck tight. Link knelt down next to the dead Moblin and inspected the floor boards, trying to ignore the stench of decay. How could he pry it out? He closed his eyes and stroked his chin, thinking.
As a result, he didn’t notice yellow light return to the creature’s skeletal eyes.
The creature’s bony fingers lept to Link’s throat, squeezing tightly as the hero – taken aback – let out a yelp of surprise. Of course, Link thought with horror. A Stalmoblin. The skeletal being slid itself to the slide so that the stuck sword was no longer sticking through its ribcage. Then, it stood. Bony feet and lower legs raised the creature to its full height, holding Link by the neck off of the ground. In a single motion it threw Link forward, sending him sprawling onto the bridge between platforms. The hero scrambled to his feet and ran towards the other, but the Stalmoblin was too fast. Before he could jump off the platform and paraglide to a nearby wooden structure, the Stalmoblin’s bony hands grabbed him by the waist and slammed him down on to the planks. Link yelled out in agony, but was helpless as the Stalmoblin kept him pinned with only one hand.
Link had never expected to meet his end this way, but he couldn’t see a way out of this situation. The silent Stalmoblin above him watched the boy struggle beneath his hand, as if plotting how it would kill him once and for all. In a twisted sense, Link supposed it was pay back.
Then, the creature’s other hand reached down. It slid a finger down the back of Link’s trousers, making the boy’s blood run cold, before it ripped the back open. It held Link in place as it continued to rip, scratch, and tear at the fabric until soon the boy’s ass was exposed to the cold night air. Link could feel himself bleeding slightly on his ass cheeks from the brutal tearing away of his clothes.
Realization dawned on him of what he was in store for when he felt the creature’s limp cock slide between his cheeks.
He panicked, trying desperately to get away, but was held in place by the creature’s hand while the Stalmoblin’s other one gripped its cock firmly at the base. It rubbed its limp cock up and down between Link’s cheeks, and the boy could feel its sex begin to stiffen against his skin. Whatever blood the creature had left was rushing to its cock and expanding it back out to its full length, roughly the size of Link’s arm, and soon had it rigid as a bone. Link could feel warm liquid trailing behind the cock as the creature slid it between his cheeks. It’s precumming at the thought of fucking me, Link realized in horror.
The creature, it seemed, was not interested in foreplay. It kept Link pinned against the floor as it lined up its rigid cock to the boy’s entrance, then greedily pushed its decaying hips forward. Link’s body resisted the massive intrusion as best it could, but the creature was persistent. Soon the hero could feel himself tearing as the creature slid itself in. Perhaps it was lucky his body hadn’t recovered since their last fuck – he couldn’t imagine how painful this would be if he wasn’t still stretched loose from the last time the cock was in him.
The head of the creature’s cock greedily penetrated past his defenses and made it through to his insides as Link yelled out in agony. The Stalmoblin wasted no time allowing Link to get used to the intrusion, instead sliding more and more of its thick cock into him until Link could feel his stomach bulging from its appendage. Tears streaked down his cheeks as it sheathed himself in his body, pushing further than he’d allowed it to the time before. Black dots swarmed his vision as his stomach felt like it was being torn apart, the bulging in his stomach moving up his stomach and towards his chest before he felt the creature’s skin pressing against the bleeding cheeks of his ass. It had fully sheathed itself inside of him, and Link wasn’t sure that he’d actually be able to survive this coupling. The Stalmoblin was silent as it strained to bury itself even further into its captive, but then it slowly pulled itself back out. Link choked out a sigh of relief as he felt his internal organs start to settle before the creature slammed his cock back inside the boy, eliciting a scream of agony as the cock pierced him clean through.
The skeletal creature laid itself over its victim, its bones pressing into Link and helping keep him pinned as it began to brutally fuck his ass. With each thrust Link felt as though he might die, the creature’s entire length exploring him, stretching and tearing his insides as it sought to breed. Link wasn’t aware if Stalmoblins had much sentience, but this one seemed to have remembered the feeling of his ass and it wasn’t satisfied with only half of its cock being engulfed by the boy’s body. Its large balls slapped against Link’s bare ass as the boy took his fucking, wailing for help as he could feel the warmth of the decaying monstrosity’s precum spreading inside of him. The navy blue cock pounded in and out of him as he fought to stay conscious from the pain. The creature fully laid itself over Link, and due to the height difference, when he looked ahead he could see the creature’s ribcage and its skeletal head. Its head was tilted, yellow eyes watching the boy’s tear-stained face as it raped his ass with its monstrous cock. Link could hardly think through the pain, only stare the Stalmoblin in the eye as it used his body for its pleasure.
He could feel the creature’s thick cock throbbing in his stomach as it slid through his intestines, his small body’s insides stretched to their limit and squeezing the creature’s sex due to the tightness of the fit. Its precum was lubricating him enough that the pain was beginning to be met by that familiar sensation of intense pleasure. Link had never been in so much agony and so much pleasure at the same time before, but the thickness of the creature’s cock was squeezing his sweet spot and making him involuntarily precum in his ripped trousers. The Stalmoblin watched as his cheeks slowly began to flush with arousal, and he was ashamed to admit that after several minutes longer of this fucking he was meeting the creature’s thrusts with his own. He grinded himself against the creature’s hips as it took him, using its cock to massage his prostate and find some glimpse of pleasure throughout this ordeal. The creature seemed pleased by the willingness of its victim, as Link could feel the cock inside him throbbing more erratically as he worked to take it.
The Stalmoblin watched Link with curiosity as the boy met each of its thrusts, gyrating his stomach as he took the massive cock so as to massage its shaft inside of him. He could feel more of its warm precum leaking into his body because it felt almost hotter than his own body temperature, and he couldn’t help but find the sensation arousing. The boy’s own cock was hard and pressed against the wooden planks as one of the creature’s skeletal hands gripped him by the hip to steady its thrusts into his willing cunt. Link’s vision was blurred from the pain, but he could feel himself getting closer to release. The throbbing head of its cock slid its way in and out of his body as the giant creature fucked him, its navy blue skin slapping against Link’s ass with each needy thrust. Out of all the enemies in Hyrule, Link had never anticipated that he would be fucked by a skeleton. The Stalmoblin gripped his hips tightly as its cock bulged his stomach, its thrusts picking up pace. He could feel the monster’s cock twitching as it took him, the twitches nearly picking him up off the ground.
Every thrust rocked Link’s entire body, but the boy couldn’t contain himself much longer. The friction of his cock against the floorboards, the squeezing sensation against his prostate, the insatiable fullness that the cock made him feel were all too much to bear. He could feel the Stalmoblin was reaching its limit as well. Its cock pulsed rapidly inside him as it fucked his cunt, and its large balls had pulled up towards its body. To Link’s surprise, the Moblin was actually the first to cum – watching the boy as it seeded him. It made no sound or facial reaction. Instead, Link could feel its balls twitching before he felt the shaft of its cock begin to rapidly twitch too. Jet after jet of thick, warm cum shot into his belly as Link moaned out, flooding through him and making him feel like he was about to burst. He could feel his stomach bulging as the creature pumped its seed into his cunt, watching as he took it. The rapid twitching inside his body sent him over the edge and made the boy cum in his pants, moaning wildly as waves of euphoria rippled through his own body. His ass squeezed tightly around the Stalmoblin’s length as the boy came, which served only to milk the Stalmoblin into him even further. The creature kept him held in place as its cock twitched inside him, the pulses growing further and further apart as the creature rode out its orgasm balls deep in the restrained boy.
All too soon, the event seemed to be over. The Stalmoblin’s cock began to soften inside of Link, but the hero could feel its warm cum coating his insides. He’d been bred by something that was dead. Was he going to die? The Stalmoblin slowly slid itself out of Link, its massive cock dripping with its own cum, and it slowly stood up over the boy. Link could feel its spend leaking out of his gaping ass, and his legs were useless. He could barely move. The Stalmoblin stared at him as Link became increasingly light-headed. Black dots swirled in his vision. He felt as if he was going to be sick, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The Stalmoblin must have broken something in him with that fucking. Terror gripped him as he realized he was losing consciousness and he wasn’t sure he’d be alive to wake up. He stared at the Stalmoblin, who appeared to be eyeing the spend leaking out of the boy, as his vision slowly faded to black.
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Link’s eyes fluttered open.
Morning light shone overhead as he groggily came to. His body was being held down… Why? He took in his surroundings. The Stalmoblin seemed to no longer be animated, just as lifeless as he had found it yesterday now that the sun had risen. However, it was laid out over him once again, the creature’s limp cock lying between his cheeks. He could feel its spend leaking out of him.
Realization set in. He had died last night, and for who knows how long, that creature kept fucking him. Faint will-o-wisps told him all that he needed to know: Mipha’s Grace brought him back to life, and the Zora champion’s blessing had waited until he wouldn’t be instantly killed once more. More impressively, the healing ability seemed to have fully reversed the effects of the giant Stalmoblin’s cock on Link’s body. He no longer felt stretched out or anything else. The boy rolled the Stalmoblin off of him, shivering at the thought of how many times he had been bred last night while dead.
A steady stream of spend leaked from his entrance and down the back of his thigh as he set to searching for his pants. If Mipha were still alive, he would owe her a drink.