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Castle Town Whore	By : cno Category: Zelda > General Views: 30225 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Malon waited until the echo of gentle breaths in the room became a light snore, then craned her neck, looking over at the sleeping man next to her, making sure he was asleep. Seeing his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as usual, she carefully slid out of bed, then pulled the blanket up to cover the now vacant spot on the mattress. She took light steps towards the door, knowing that she was being a little overly cautious; her new husband was the soundest sleeper she’d ever met. But still, the threat of being discovered combined with the shame of what she was going to do slowed her movement.

Once she was out in the hallway, she quickened her pace, heading towards the spare bedroom. The room was void of any furnishings other than a small bed, a table beside it, and a closet opposite the door. They never had any guests, so the room was essentially just for show. It was also one of the causes for her late night excursions. She crossed the room, and opened the closet, revealing a small, nondescript chest, the keyhole in the center presented vertically, indicating that it was locked.

Running one hand through her red hair nervously, she reached the other down into her cleavage, and pulled out a small key attached to a loop that had been around her neck. She somewhat reluctantly freed the key, and slid it home into the lock with a click. She sighed to herself, gathering her resolve, and opened the chest, revealing a modified version of her farm clothes. But, unlike her usual attire, this outfit would be entirely impractical for the kind of labor required of a farmhand: the neck was cut obscenely low, the skirt so small that a stranger might mistake it for belong to a child, and a hole in the material near the belly.

Not giving herself time to change her mind, she quickly pulled her nightgown over her head, and threw it onto the floor. She picked up the provocative dress, and began squeezing herself into it. Once it was snug around her curves, she reached further into the chest and pulled out a small mirror and lipstick. She combed through her hair with her fingers, trying to tame the slightly wild red mane, then began applying the ruby red lipstick to her lips. Puckering her lips together a few times to make sure she was satisfied, she returned the mirror and the makeup to the chest, and closed the closet door as quietly as possible.

As she walked back down the hallway towards the stairs, she listened carefully for the sound of Link’s snores coming from their room. The sharp snort assured her that he was still asleep, so she tiptoed down the stairs. She opened the front door, relieved to see Epona awake and waiting for her. Apparently she had gotten used to her master’s late night outings. She approached the loyal horse, giving her a loving pat along her neck, then gestured over to the stool Malon used to mount the bigger horses. Epona obediently meandered over, and allowed the red-head to throw her leg over the horse’s back with practiced ease.

“Lets go girl.” She whispered, leaning down close to the horse’s ears. Link had taken a while to get to sleep so she was behind schedule. Epona seemed to recognize the girl’s rush, and took off at a brisk pace. Together, they crossed the dark, empty fields of Hyrule. Under different circumstances, it would have been a beautiful, romantic scene. But the reality of the situation sank in again as they reached the gate of Castle Town. The guards took a look at the figure approaching from Lon Lon Ranch and began lowering the bridge. After all, everyone knew Malon.

Once she was safely on the other side of the gate, the bridge raising again behind her, she walked over to the building immediately to her right. She stopped Epona near the fence next to the door, and carefully swung her leg over and jumped down onto the ground. She took hold of the horse’s reigns, and walked her closer to the metal poles, then tied the rope into a knot around them. “Behave while I’m gone. Mr. Jenkins will keep an eye on you for me.” She whispered. Epona snorted in response.

Gathering her courage, Malon turned and ventured further into the small town. There wasn’t much activity late at night, but there were still people milling about. Hopefully, some of them were looking for what she had to offer. As she crossed through the main venue, she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the store windows. The material of her dress was straining around her chest, half of her round milky flesh already on display due to the enticing swoop of the cotton. The round hole near her midriff revealed her flat belly, and the absurdly low cut of her skirt barely covered the curve of her ass. Her face flushed with shame, but she turned her head and continued walking.

She finally reached her favorite spot next to the fountain in the center of the town. It had been where she had first met Link, and ever since it had been special to her. She glanced around, trying to look inviting to anyone who passed by, with a hand on her hip, her chest thrust out, and a smile on her face. She only had to wait about 5 minutes before a younger looking man wandered over, looking slightly sheepish.

“You know.” He began, a nervous smile on his face. “You look a lot like that Malon girl who runs Lon Lon Ranch. I always wanted to spend a night with her. How much?” Malon recoiled inwardly, but forced her smile to widen as if she was excited by the prospect of having sex with this stranger. “I get that a lot sugar.” She purred with a slight accent. “For 70 rupees I can pretend to be her if you want.” His smile faded a little. “That’s a bit steep for me. I’d pay that much to fuck her, but not some whore that looks like her.” She pushed the emotional pain of being called a whore to the side, even if it was an accurate description, and grabbed his wrist as he turned to walk away.

Glancing around quickly to make sure there was no one in earshot, she dropped the accent and quietly whispered: “What if I really was Malon?” The man’s face lit up and he looked her up and down again. “I thought you looked a little bit too much like her. Well isn’t this my lucky day.” He licked his lips as his eyes targeted her exposed cleavage. “What’s a girl like you doing dressed like this in the middle of Castle Town at night?” He asked, drawing closer and putting his hand on the small of her back. She pulled away slightly, not wanting him to get his hands on her before they worked out payment.

“What do you think? Money problems. Like I said, 70 rupees and you can touch all you want.” He cocked an eyebrow with a smirk on his face.

“How about 80 rupees, and you explain why you’re out here instead of sleeping with that hero husband of yours.”

She paused, considering his offer. Every bit of money would help… “100.” She whispered.

“90. I’ll even let you finish talking before we get to the good part.”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Fine. But I get half up front.” The man laughed. “Been doing this for awhile huh? Somebody stiff you after they were finished?” Malon ignored the question and stuck out her hand impatiently. The man sighed, then reached around in his pocket before presenting her with a purple rupee. “There. Sign of good faith; even more than half.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, and tucked the precious jewel into her coin purse. She took the man by the hand, and led him down to a nearby alley. The journey was taken in silence, but when Malon stopped behind a pottery shop, the man crossed his arms across his chest. “Well? I believe I paid for a story. Well, part of what I paid for was a story.”

Malon bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to decide what to say. “Things…are not going well at the ranch. Some disease went around our animals, and we lost more than a handful of our cows and horses. And my husband…” She didn’t have the heart to use Link’s name, “…doesn’t exactly understand money very well. He insisted we buy a new home on the ranch, and even if we didn’t have all the trouble with the animals, we would have trouble paying it off.”

She looked up at the man’s face, and saw an almost evil smirk. “And now you’re sucking dick in alleyways to pay off your debts.” Her face flushed with embarrassment, but she nodded.

“Well, better get to work then” He paused, then emphasized the next word with venom in his voice, “Whore.” At his instruction, she slunk down to her knees, and reached for his belt. She flicked her wrist and pulled the leather strap out of the loops, and pulled at the waistband until his pants slid down his thighs. She was half surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing any underclothes, and was instead instantly face to face with his half-erect cock. It was relatively small, especially considering some of the other dicks she had recently been exposed to, looking like it would barely reach 5 inches at full mast, but she widened her eyes as if in awe, and whispered: “Wow” under her breath loud enough for him to hear. This seemed to please him, as his cock twitched and started growing faster. She took his pale, uncut penis in her hand and pumped up and down, helping it reach its full length.

Once she was confident it wasn’t going to get any bigger, she pushed the excess skin back, leaned in, and took the head into her mouth. She run her tongue along the underside as she bobbed her head down further down his meat, causing him to groan. “Yeah, suck it slut. You love it don’t you?” She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Apparently he had already forgotten that he was paying her. Instead, she nodded her head and moaned, fitting more of his cock into her mouth.

He roughly grabbed hold of her hair, causing her to sigh and wince inwardly as she realized what he had in mind. She was ready when he forced her head on the way down onto his cock, pushing his rod into her throat and shoving her nose against his pelvis. Sad to say, he was not the first to do it to her recently. Luckily, it seemed as though he was not going to last much longer. His head was thrown back, groaning loudly and chuckling between breathes. “Ugh gods, you fucking slut. Take it. You love choking on my dick don’t you?” Although she hadn’t choked yet, she nodded enthusiastically and moaned, vibrating her lips and tongue around his meat.

He roughly pumped his cock into her mouth, frantically thrusting his hips as quickly as possible, muttering almost incoherently under his breath. She sensed his orgasm approaching, so she hummed lightly, trying to help the process along. He shoved her face against his pelvis one more time, and held it there. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the taste as he emptied his nuts into her mouth. She moaned in her best impression of happiness, trying to make it seem like she loved his cum. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you slut. Ugh, swallow it.” He said, still not releasing his hold on her. She gathered her willpower, and forced the salty fluid down her gullet with a loud gulp.

When she felt his hands leave her hair, she pulled back, his cock spilling out of her lips with a soft pop. A few drops of cum dribbled out of her mouth, and fell to the ground. The man leaned against a nearby wall, catching his breath with a grin on his face. Malon stood up awkwardly, not wanting to demand the rest of the agreed money, but anxious for their tryst to end. After about a minute of silence, she finally spoke. “Can I have the rest of my money now?”

Broken out of his post-orgasmic bliss, he opened his eyes, a slight scowl on his lips. For a moment, she thought that he wasn’t going to pay her. “Fine fine. Whores need payment after all.” He pulled his pants up and redid his belt, digging around in the pocket. He pulled out 2 red rupees and threw them on the ground in her direction. “There. Now go home and pay your debts and tell that husband of yours that you sucked my dick and drank my cum for that money.” With that, he turned on his heel, and walked away into the labyrinth of alleys. She sighed and picked up the valuable jewels from the ground. Little did that man know, she wasn’t done for tonight, and she had no intention of telling Link where the money came from. She dusted the dirt off her knees, wiped a finger along her lips to clear any leftover cum, and made her way back to her spot next to the fountain.

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Malon gripped the loose stones of the wall fiercely as her latest customer thrust himself deep inside her roughly again and again. The neck of her outfit was pulled down, exposing her tits completely, and her skirt was hiked up above her ass, allowing the man access to her sweet honeypot. His pants were pooled around his ankles, his shirt hanging down past his waist, but he was too busy to care. His balls slapped against her skin when he buried his cock inside her tight hole, the lewd sound echoing around the alley.

She shut her eyes and groaned at the forceful fucking, her nails digging into the stone. Despite the number of customers she had, she still wasn’t used to being used so roughly. She was pretty sure she even felt his dick bump against her cervix a few times, practically making her eyes cross at the sensation. The man was muttering things under his breath, almost too low for her to hear, but when her brain wasn’t trying to deal with the sensory overload, she distinctly heard “slut”, “whore”, “wet”, and “love it”.

She felt a sharp pain on her right ass cheek, and realized he had spanked her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw his arm raise and then swing down in an arc on her pale flesh again, making her wince in pain. They hadn’t agreed on spanking during their negotiations, but she wasn’t exactly in a position to make him stop. She grit her teeth and dealt with the throbbing ache, even as his hand came down on her ass again.

She was surprised when she felt his left hand take hold of her breast and squeeze, making her groan involuntarily. The man redoubled his efforts, pounding his meat into her pussy as fast as he could, his grasp on her tit tightening. She could feel his cock start to twitch and pulse, and frantically exclaimed, “Wait, no, pull out!” They had agreed upon a higher price in exchange for not using condom, but he promised to pull out. Unfortunately, it appeared he had no intention of fulfilling his end of the bargain. He buried his cock inside her, and exhaled contently as he flooded her insides with his seed.

He thrust a few more times, then pulled himself out, dragging globs of cum out between her lips. She continued to clutch the wall, eyes closed, and sighed with frustration. As her breathing returned to normal, she turned around to face the man, pulling the top of her shirt back over her tits and flipping her skirt down. “I thought you said you were going to pull out.” She said angrily. He smirked with a look of feigned innocence. “Whoops.” He reached into his pocket and threw a handful of rupees at her, not even looking at the amount as he walked away.

She fell to her knees and collected the jewels, counting them as she picked them up, hoping he didn’t short-change her too much. Luckily, it appeared to be a mere 3 rupees short of the promised price. “Asshole.” She whispered to herself as she tucked them into her wallet. The feeling of the warm stickiness oozing between her thighs reminded her of another errand she was now going to need to run before she could return to the ranch. She looked at the sky, which was beginning to lighten, signaling the approaching dawn. She didn’t have enough time to try to “entertain” another customer, so she straightened her outfit, and headed north down the alley.

She stopped outside a rather sketchy looking building in the corner of two intersecting streets. Not bothering to knock, she opened the door and walked in, giving the old woman inside a sheepish grin. The woman didn’t say a word, the brisk shaking of her head communicating disapproval. But she reached underneath the counter she was standing behind, and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with blue liquid. Malon produced a few rupees, and placed them on the table before picking up the bottle and taking a long drink. Compared to some of the other fluids she had reluctantly ingested recently, it wasn’t all that bad, but the bitter aftertaste made her wince. The woman gathered the rupees, and dismissed Malon with an impatient wave of the hand. The girl gave the old woman a nod of thanks and turned to leave.

After closing the door behind her, Malon took a deep breath. She wasn’t proud of taking the anti-pregnancy draught, but the last thing she needed right now was a baby, even one fathered by Link. Even ignoring their financial woes, the thought of having to raise a child that might not belong to her husband was not something she was prepared to do. She felt her belly tingle, the magic potion already beginning it’s work, and headed off back to the gate.

Epona was asleep when Malon returned to her, needed a gentle prod to awaken. As the red-head untangled the horse’s leash from the pole, she cooed and whispered softly, “Come on girl. Lets go home.” She struggled to get atop the horse, needing momentum and a large jump, and was decidedly uncomfortable once her legs were straddling Epona’s strong back. Her pussy was sore from her recent fuckings, and each of the horse’s strides renewed the deep ache in her core. She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, leaning forward to try to take some pressure off her center, and urged Epona to hurry back to the ranch.

As the pair neared the halfway point, she noticed a light to the east, signaling the sunrise approaching. She clicked her heels into her mare, no longer caring about the pain a gallop would cause her. Epona sped up at her rider’s command, trampling the grass underfoot. Malon had to take one of her hands off the reigns and bit her knuckle to avoid crying from the sharp, throbbing pain echoing in her loins, but she didn’t dare slow down. She almost wept as Epona led them through the entrance to the ranch, and she slowly eased herself down with shaking limbs.

Moving as quickly as she could without causing a racket, she ran up the stairs and headed into the spare bedroom. She started removing her outfit before she even reached the closet, and throw the chest open, tossing the shirt and skirt inside hastily. She grabbed her nightgown and pulled it on over her head, already moving back towards the master bedroom. As she peeked through the door, she was relieved to see Link sound asleep, mouth hanging open and drool forming at the side of his mouth.

She carefully lifted the blanket, and slid her body onto the mattress before lowering it again. She closed her eyes, with a smile of relief, and wondered if maybe she would be allowed a bit of rest before Link woke up. Unfortunately her question was answered by his hand sneaking across her belly a few minutes later, and gently taking hold of her breast. His other hand began caressing her hip, creeping down to her thigh, his romantic intentions clear. Under different circumstances, Malon would be elated, excited, wet and willing for such an idea. But the lack of sleep and the ache in her loins made her want no part of it.

She rolled a little further away from him, his hands leaving her skin and whispered: “Not now sweetie” as gently as she could. Link didn’t offer a verbal response, but the silence of rejection spoke more than words could anyway. Her heart broke, and she considered letting him have a go anyway, but she quickly realized she wouldn’t give up this nap for anything. Except maybe enough rupees to pay their debts. If only Link knew what she was doing for him. For them both. It was that thought that let her drift off into a deep sleep.
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