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Wolf Link's Harem	By : SniperJoe Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 66598 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Wolf Link Harem

Ch 1. Zelda

Lord Sacred Beast.
A title given to a certain wolf – that is, me.
After the twilight had departed, the affair that was as if it came from a fairytale was regarded with a certain amount of speculation and fear.
The fear more than anything else.
People retained the fear of the unknown, the fear of the cold, and the fear of the dark.
Above all, they feared their own half-recalled memories of a life between life and death.
Stuck in between. Twilight forever.
And what at least a few of them remembered from that time, vaguely, was the form of a wolf riding through the shadows. Heralding the light.
Something like that.
And so, comparing the old legends of the Hero and the old legends of The Sacred Beast…
People believed more in The Sacred Beast.
Very odd.
In fact they believed almost nothing when told that there had been a Hylian hero. Even if they wanted to, it was impossible to prove the correct man in question. There were so many that would claim such a title if it would hold the recognition of the people, and rewards from the crown.
How could you prove it?
Even I, who had done it, could not prove anything. It’s not like I kept Zant’s ear as a trophy.
But in my wolf form, I had grown larger over the years. From my late adolescence to adulthood, my hylian form grew an inch at best. But my wolf form almost doubled in size. On my haunches I could stare at hylians at eye level. On all fours, I could easily cover and exceed the form of a hylian on all fours.
I was basically quite large.
And of course smarter than the average wolf.
I had pretty good skills of terrain traversal, and battle skills in both forms. But in a animal, it just seemed more magnificent.
And then there were the markings, of course.
And so I became a symbol that was applauded and paraded around Castletown and the Castle proper. A symbol of success and peace. A ward against the dark.
The Queen’s pet, or guest, depending on whom was asked.
The Lord Sacred Beast.
Amongst the nobles, I was largely considered a pet. I was still an animal. Even Zelda would sometimes treat me poorly before her court.
But in private she bit her lip and apologized. In her chambers her icy firmness melted away. She would kneel down and approach my neck from below while she whimpered an apology and a plead for my mercy.
“Don’t be mad.” She’d ask of me as she nuzzled my neck. “I’m so sorry that I do these things. I am Queen now, but still new and insufficiently skilled. I resort to speaking down to you even as I use you to secure my position. I’m a bad Queen. I’m so sorry, Link.”
This day, I growled in response. And the heavy timbre of my voice, thick in vibration seemed to shake Zelda’s body with a different kind of shiver.
“Yes.” She breathed hotly, tugging at her gown. “I understand.” She said, licking her lips. “This bad Queen needs to be punished. No one could be better suited than you, Link. Ah!”
She cried out when I pushed her to the floor harshly. My claws dug in ever so slightly to rip at her dress.
The first time I had fucked Zelda had been the first time I met her. It was back when she was a prisoner of Zant, all alone in a tower of her own castle. She had been closer to the heart of darkness than any other Hylian, for the longest periods of time. So she was afflicted badly, and intoxicated by the very sight of my wolf form that represented heat and companionship.
And Midna had helped coerce the princess into spreading herself for my cock.
Midna was a saucy one, even though her body had been impish.
Well, especially so. She was actually a more calm and collected lover the one time we’d been together in humanoid forms.
Presently Zelda looked up at me in fear and coyness. “Am I to be punished, Master?”
I growled, and she rolled over underneath me, onto hands and knees.
My frame, monstrous by a normal wolf’s standards, covered hers completely. The queen of my country hurriedly tugged her long pleated skirts up to above her hips, and pulled her panties barely down to her thighs before I impatiently fucked into her with one powerful thrust. There upon the cold cobblestone floor, unwed, with a dirty animal, in the manner of animals, and against all propriety, with a gushing pussy the queen bucked her hips at me.
My hot and equally monstrous cock made the queen of our lands gasp in surprise and grunt lustily in stifled pleasure. There were, of course, handmaidens and guards outside of her room at any time of the day. These were hand selected, and all women, so there were only so many problems to be had.
Yet enough to make my politics weary bitch worried.
But never enough to keep her silent for long.
Soon she would be moaning my name, gasping for more, and screaming obscenities through the still gloved hands she would try to place over her own mouth.
I had come to stay at the palace this past month. Going on thirty days now, I had basically repeated this ritual. Thirty nights in a row, without fail, I would fuck this royal slut of mine into a stupor. I would mate her, breed her, and put my knot in her. Full of my seed and with my knot brutally overstuffing her pussy and crushing her G-spot, I would rock around inside of her for the time until my knot would subside. From the time I came inside of her with my hot wolf cum, until the time when she passed out in exhausted bliss, I would tame this bitch with sex. So it was that she would quickly come to revere me as an indisputable existence.
Her apologies at treating me like a pet were genuine and heartfelt every day. And the sex was good. The food was fine. And the people seemed more at peace the longer I resided in Castletown. I could also go out to hunt and fight, if I needed to stretch my legs and keep my fangs sharp.
I couldn’t leave my wolf form hardly ever, but it was a pretty good life.
Curled up on the royal bed, with my well-fucked bitch curled up with me, I reminisced on the past. Spunk was oozing from her well fucked pussy, and she continually shivered, but I wasn’t paying particular attention to something like cuddling her. When she came to her senses, she would usually fuss over me and coo sweet nothings into my ear.
But I wasn’t too concerned with superficial things like that, most of the time. Feelings were a lot simpler as a wolf. Morality too.
And I just stared at the moon as I recalled how this current life came to be, and my old times at Ordon Villiage.
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