Gerudo Hospitality

The Gerudo Fortress loomed under the scorching desert sun, a sandstone monolith that was more of a challenge than any dungeon Young Link had ever faced. At nine years old, he was a master of stealth, a blur of green tunic and pointed hat. His mission, as he saw it, was to acquire the legendary Gerudo membership card he'd heard whispers about in Kakariko Village. It was mostly for bragging rights.

"Okay, Link," he whispered to himself, pressed flat against a sun-warmed wall. "You've snuck past King Dodongo. You can sneak past a few girls."

He darted from one barrel to another, his small frame making him difficult to spot. He was doing remarkably well, actually. He'd managed to scale a low wall, tiptoe past a guard who was more interested in her nails than her surroundings, and was now in the inner courtyard. The final prize—a small, card-shaped object on a table inside a nearby alcove—was within his grasp.

He took a deep breath, made a mad dash for the alcove, and grabbed the card.

"Got it!" he cheered, holding it up triumphantly.

"And what do you think you're doing with that, little boy?"

Link froze. The voice was female, sharp, and directly behind him. He slowly turned to see a Gerudo guard, her red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her arms crossed under her considerable chest. She looked down at him, one eyebrow raised in amusement. She couldn't have been much older than sixteen, with a few freckles dusting her nose.

"Uh... sightseeing?" Link offered, his voice squeaking.

The guard let out a short, barking laugh. "Sightseeing. In a restricted area. With a stolen card. You've got guts, I'll give you that. My name's Aveil, by the way. And you're in a world of trouble."

Aveil stepped forward, her shadow completely engulfing the small hero. Link braced himself, ready for a fight or to be tossed in a cell. But instead of grabbing him by the collar, Aveil just crouched down so she was eye-level with him. She squinted, her gaze intense.

"You know," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face, "for a Hylian kid, you're kinda... cute. In a scrawny, pointy-eared way."

Link blinked. "Cute? I'm a fearsome warrior!"

"Right, right," Aveil said, waving a dismissive hand. "A fearsome warrior who's about to be my prisoner." She looked him up and down again, her smirk widening. "Or... we could come to an... alternative arrangement."

"Alternative?" Link asked, suspicious. "Does it involve getting ice cream?"

Aveil burst out laughing, a loud, genuine sound that echoed off the fortress walls. "Oh, I like you, kid. You're funny. No, it doesn't involve ice cream. But it does involve you not getting thrown in the dungeon."

She stood up and grabbed Link's hand, her grip surprisingly gentle. She led him into a small, private room off the main courtyard, closing the heavy wooden door behind them. It was a simple room with a bed, a chest, and a small window overlooking the desert.

"Okay," Link said, looking around. "This isn't a dungeon. So what's the catch?"

"The catch," Aveil said, leaning against the door and looking at him with a hungry expression, "is that I'm bored. Guard duty is dull. And you, little hero, are the most interesting thing to happen all week."

Link still didn't get it. "So... we play a game? Like tag? I'm really good at tag."

Aveil shook her head, her ponytail swishing. "Not tag. A game for grown-ups." She walked over to the bed and sat down, patting the space next to her. "Come here."

Hesitantly, Link climbed onto the bed and sat beside her. Aveil put an arm around him, pulling him close. "You see, Link, we Gerudo don't get to see many boys. And when one as... spirited... as you shows up, well, a girl gets ideas."

"Ideas?" Link repeated, his mind racing. He was starting to get a vague, confusing idea of what she meant, a concept he'd only ever heard in hushed, embarrassed whispers from the older boys in the village.

Without another word, Aveil leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a chaste, friendly kiss. It was deep and insistent, and Link's eyes went wide with shock. When she pulled back, he was breathless.

"Whoa," was all he could manage.

"Whoa is right," Aveil grinned. "Now, how about we make this little prison sentence a bit more memorable?"

She deftly began to unfasten the top of her Gerudo uniform, revealing more of her freckled skin. Link's face felt like it was on fire. He was a hero who faced down monsters, but this was terrifying and exhilarating in a way he couldn't comprehend.

"Are you... are you going to...?" he stammered.

"I am," Aveil confirmed, her voice a low purr. "And you're going to let me. Because if you don't, it's the dungeon for you. And trust me, this is way more fun."

She guided him down onto the bed, her movements confident and practiced. She shimmied out of her tight pants, and Link's brain short-circuited. This was so far beyond fighting Moblins.

"Relax, kid," Aveil whispered, positioning herself over him. "Just lie back and think of... Hyrule, I guess."

What followed was a whirlwind of sensations Link never knew existed. It was clumsy, awkward, and over surprisingly quickly. For his part, Link was just along for the ride, his small body completely overwhelmed by the experience. Aveil, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life, her breathless laughter mixing with soft moans.

As Link felt a strange, powerful pressure build up, he panicked. "Wait! I think something's happening!"

"That's the idea, cutie," Aveil gasped, holding him in place. "Don't fight it."

With a final, shuddering cry, Link experienced his first orgasm, collapsing back onto the bed in a daze. Aveil stayed on top of him for a moment longer, a satisfied smirk on her face, before rolling off.

"See?" she said, propping herself up on an elbow. "Much better than the dungeon."

Link just stared at the ceiling, his mind a complete blank. "I... I need a minute."

"Take all the minutes you want," Aveil chuckled, stretching languidly. She got up and started getting dressed. "You earned it."

Once she was fully clothed again, she tossed Link his tunic and hat. "Get dressed, hero. You're free to go."

Link sat up, fumbling with his clothes. "Really? Just like that?"

"Yep," Aveil said, leaning against the wall. "You were... entertaining. And you're cute. Consider it a Gerudo gesture of goodwill." She then winked at him. "Plus, I let you finish inside. That's a premium service, so you owe me one."

Link, now fully dressed but still looking utterly bewildered, just nodded. "Okay. I owe you one."

"You can start by not getting caught next time," Aveil advised, opening the door for him. "Now scram. And try not to look so shell-shocked. You'll blow your cover."

Link stumbled out of the room and into the courtyard, his legs feeling like jelly. He made his way back through the fortress, his earlier stealth replaced by a dazed, uncoordinated shuffle. The guards he passed barely gave him a second glance.

He finally made it out of the fortress and collapsed behind a sand dune, the Gerudo membership card still clutched in his hand. He looked at the card, then back at the fortress, a slow, goofy grin spreading across his face.

He'd faced down danger, acquired the prize, and had an experience that would definitely, definitely require some processing later.

"Wow," he said to the setting sun. "The Gerudo are... nice."