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Milk	By : J-FSindel Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 4083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next morning, Cremia awoke to the sounds of what seemed like bacon. She crept downstairs, seeing Link cooking breakfast. The pork slices had been frying up as he was beating eggs. Pouring them in the pan, he put the pan over the fire as the eggs started to curl up at the edges.

“Morning,” He seemed to know she was there even with his back turned, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. I just haven’t had real bacon in so long…”

Cremia stepped towards him, “It’s okay. I was going to wake up anyway. Do they not serve bacon in Hyrule?”

Link chuckled, “Not really. Not real bacon, anyway. Cheap ones.”

She seemed to be happy at the thought that he desired her food over another’s. Cremia stepped over to the table, setting out the plates and utensils. However, she noticed there was a scratch in the table and she leaned over, trying to rub the gauge out.

Link had turned around, seeing Cremia’s ass sticking up from the table. Widening his eyes, he backed into the cooking spit before he felt a burning on his ass. Thinking he had spilled some grease, Link decided there was no harm in window shopping. He stared hard at the heart shaped butt, drooling over the curves…

Cremia smelled the unmistakable scent of fire. Turning around, she saw Link’s tunic catching fire as he just stood there.

“Link!” She cried out, pointing in fear, “Fire!”

A fire really was lit under his ass! Link jumped out of his trance, smashing out the puffs of flame from his pants as Cremia grabbed some water from the barn. She threw the water on him, drenching him completely.

“Good grief, Link! You nearly set the place down in flames!” Cremia scolded him, hands on her hips as he wiggled out of his tunic, “You...oh, you’re getting undressed?!”

“The clothes are too burned.” He mumbled, now annoyed that he wasn’t wearing his fireproof tunic, “I...oh, I should have asked for permission. I’ll put them back on.”

“No!” Cremia shouted, almost making him jump before composing herself, “I mean, why? It’s done. Here. You can get fixed up. I’ll finish breakfast.”

Link changed into his work clothes as Cremia set breakfast down in front of them. She regretted ever mentioning him getting undressed, wondering what his nude body looked like…

The rooster crowed. The day had officially started.

After breakfast, Link started to work on the fence and barn door. Cremia had begun to pick some crops that she had been growing behind the home. She needed some food for lunch and dinner now that she was cooking for two.

However, when she reached the corner of the home, she spotted Link without his shirt on. Ducking behind the barn, she touched her face. Red as a tomato and so obvious. Now, it wasn’t unusual that people worked without their clothes. Cremia had been doing that since she was alone in the field now. Even Romani, when she stopped by, had worked side-by-side with her sister without her blouse.

But Link was different. He was handsome. Muscular.

However, she was going to have walk by him to get the water from the well. How would she manage that feat without him noticing?

Picking up her stride, knowing more work was ahead of her, Cremia darted towards the well but an errant rock had struck her foot. Tripping over her feet, the fruits of her labor had tumbled out of her arms and basket.

“Here, let me help.”

Link had seen (and heard her, undoubtedly) as he leaned over her. His sweat glistened off his chest as Cremia could only gaze upon his body. How it must be heavenly to touch such a thing. To softly run her fingers between his lines…

Her aggravatingly handsome guest had scooped up the produce, handing back the basket to her. Cremia smiled awkwardly, blushing, before she realized that he was blinking at her lower half. Slowly looking down, she realized she was flashing her panties at Link since her skirt had apparently hiked up around her hips.

“Oh my!” She attempted to cover herself, “I...sorry! The tripping…”

“Huh? Oh. Right.” Link stammered now, “I...I need to fix the fence.”

He left abruptly, making her cringe at her own stupidity. Flashing her underwear at him like a harlot…

Cremia got her water and set out to water her plants.

Hours later, Link felt his bladder was going to burst. He wanted to get done with the fence first but the urgency stopped him. Dropping his tools, Link headed out west to get some privacy and whipped out his manhood.

After urinating, he headed back to the fence before seeing Cremia waiting for him. Suddenly happy, he picked up the pace as he ran towards her.

“You need something?” He asked, wondering if she desperately needed something. Like his mouth on her…

“I was going to tell you…” Cremia trailed off before covering her eyes, “Uhm, that lunch is ready!”

Link seemed confused before a cool breeze suddenly went into his pants. Looking down, he realized that the head of his cock was sticking out and laying against his leg. Flustered, Link quickly shoved his member back into his pants before adjusting his clothes.

“Sorry. I was...uh…” He gestured, “Nevermind.”

Cremia, however, was still staring at his groin from behind her hands.

Lunch was a very simple assortment of bread and meats along with some cut apples. Link had given her some cheese that he had picked up in Hyrule before arriving in Termina, making their meals quite complete with the side of dairy.

The two talked about their upcoming travels. Link had intended to go to the far sea to see some ships while Cremia had planned on taking her horses to Clock Town for an showing. As they conversed, the two grew quite adept at finishing each other’s sentences.

“I just think walking at night without…”

“Exactly! That’s why Romani is wrong about getting a…”

“You know, she’s crazy. I wouldn’t walk alone without my arrows either!”

Afterwards, Link departed to fix the barn door as Cremia headed to milk the cows. Ginger, her favorite cow, had been begging for a release since this morning as her small calf had already drunk what he wanted.

The sweat and hay had gotten to Cremia’s eyes, forcing her to rub them out. Allergies, undoubtedly, from the incoming weather. She set her stool down in front of Ginger, leaning over to the udders. However, her clothes got in the way of her work again!

Her chest was simply too irritating to do good work in. Too large, too...bulky? Was that a way for Cremia to accurately describe her breasts? Her butt was also now too big for the stool, sitting uncomfortably as her back was bent forward.

The young ranch hand felt guilty at her self-depreciation but she couldn’t help how she filled out in these clothes sometimes! The outfits sold in Clock Town were made for slender, small waisted beauties with little curves whereas Cremia was all curves and no slender. The twig ladies of Clock Town were fashionable while the dresses that Cremia had to settle with were too small or handmade by her own cloth.

She simply gave up on ever being stick-like, having to settle with the fact that she would never be like the ancient paintings of wiry and thin women. Her bosom was full and and her hips were wide so the dresses often poured over like glasses filled with water. In fact, Cremia would need a large pitcher just to keep all of her body parts in!

The men of Clock Town couldn’t get enough of her sexualized maturity. The drooling, the cat-calling, the offers of money to come back home with them…

Though, now, Cremia somewhat wished that she had taken some of that money. Certainly better than kneeling before a pregnant heifer and milking the udders dry. She could be living it up on someone’s dime and time, buying fancy clothes and…

That was never Cremia though. Not even her sister, Romani. Sighing, Cremia wiped her brow and started to massage Ginger’s udders in order to coax the precious milk out. Ginger, however, was kicking idly behind her as if to threaten that a milk bucket would be lost forever...

Cremia wasn't exactly sure why the cow was being so rude. The beast usually liked being milked but for some reason today, Ginger held onto her precious udders.

“Don't give me such a hard time today…” Cremia tried to soothe her spirit, “Come on. I'll give you some hay!”

Ginger wouldn't budge as the young woman stamped her foot. Grabbing an udder, Cremia began to work at getting her goal complete.

“Fine! I'll just tug and pull until you can't hold your fluid anymore! Is that what you want?!” She angrily snapped as the old brood mooed.

However, Cremia simply was being beaten by her heifer. Her wrists began to tire, sore from the manual labor as the dairy cow tittered happily to itself in delight.

Squeezing hard, Cremia finally saw a drop of milk. Sighing in relief, she gave another tug.

As if a dam broke, milk gushed out in droves. A stream of thick dairy substance hit Cremia's bare breasts, making her shout in shock. Her dress was stained as well as soaked as Ginger gleefully chuckled.

“You...you...mean ol’ cow!” Cremia tried to wipe off the precious drink from her taunt and supple chest, “That's profit you lost! Not to mention my clothes! How am I supposed to get the stains out now?!”

In anger, Cremia pulled out her bosom to try to keep the milk from going in her dress. Now she would have to change and do laundry and...

A loud cough was heard behind her. Cremia whipped around, seeing Link in the doorway as he gaped his mouth open. His gaze was shifting between her face and exposed chest.

“Did I interrupt something?” Link timidly asked as her embarrassed face told the story. Cremia covered her chest with her soaked blouse, red as a tomato. The young man had apparently determined that her left nostril was the center of his attention.

“I didn't hear…” She stammered, “You're not interrupting! I...uh...the cow...I was milking Ginger. Trying to. She got a little excited.”

Link felt the tip of his nose flush with heat as Cremia grabbed the bucket. He wanted to say something but it all seemed too much. The crush he had as a boy showed her bare tits to him! Giddiness ran through his blood.

“I would too.” He said before recoiling, running back over his statement, “I mean! I would...get excited with you tugging on me. In...in...that I would be excited if I was snuck up on too while being tugged! I...Mean….I get it!”

There was only one thing that Cremia could say: “Are you okay?”

Link thought his face would break. He turned around, mumbling nonsense as he headed back out. Cremia sighed, cleaning up the thick liquid and finally getting the insolent cow under enough control to milk her.

After Cremia had milked the cows and poured out the milk glasses to sell tomorrow, she headed back inside. Link was washing his face with the water he drew up from the well, clearly trying to smack some thoughts from his head.

“Stop thinking about her tits, stop thinking…” He was muttering.

“Link?” She seemed confused, “Is everything okay?”

Link froze, slowly turning to her like a frightened owl. He shot up, kicking over the water and splashing his pants. Cremia started to giggle, thinking it was quite juvenile funny that he had water dripping down his pants.

“Everything is fine!” He started to fan his pants, attempting to dry them, “Hey!”

“Sorry!” She half-apologized, “We just need to pitch hay and we can call it quits. Okay?”

When Cremia said “pitch hay”, Link honestly thought she meant a rather simple job. However, she neglected to mention that it was a huge pile of hay in the field that stood over ten feet tall. Link’s eyes trailed up and down the mountain of straw, wondering what the fuck he was going to do.

“It’s hard without help.” She admitted, handing him a pitchfork, “We just need it in the wagon. Come on, it won’t get prettier staring at it.”

Link started but his straw was flying everywhere unlike Cremia’s beautiful strokes behind her. After a bit, Cremia jammed her tool into his to stop him. She didn’t need to have loose hay everywhere in her bloody field.

“Here, you just have to pitch hay like this.” Cremia showed him, jamming the pitchfork into the pile, “Just…”

Link realized her chest was spilling over, making him blush. While normally, he might have pointed that out to someone, Link decided it was best to really understand how pitching hay worked. After all, he didn’t want to be wrong.

“Can you show me again?” He suggested, trying to hide his gaze. Cremia rolled her eyes, oblivious to his devious tricks. She leaned over again, taking a huge pile and throwing the hay behind her. However, as the hay struck the wagon, her breasts spilled out of her dress.

Now humiliated, Cremia dropped the pitchfork to try to cover them up.

“Ow!”

The pitchfork handle had dropped on Link’s foot, making him hop around as the pointy end jammed into his foot. A large scratch appeared on his calf, making Cremia forget her task at hand and grab him.

“Calm down!” She demanded, making him settle a bit, “It’s okay! It’s just a scratch. I’ll get the ointment. Just...hey!”

Link had gritted his teeth, trying to fight off the pain. For some reason, the scratch hurt like a beast! He reached out for the only thing he could squeeze away the pain: her tits. His hands dug a little into her skin, making him exhale sharply as the pain ebbed a bit.

Blushing hard, Cremia grabbed his hands, “Link! What are you doing?”

Drawing back upon reality, Link realized his actions and immediately jumped back twenty feet. Nervous, he laughed uncomfortable as Cremia put her hands on her hips.

“So-sorry. It was a trick I learned questing…” He admitted, his tongue dry with humiliating tones, “Just something to stop the pain.”

“You learned how to stop pain by grabbing tits?” Cremia should have chastised herself for using such language but she couldn’t help herself. Link turned redder, his nose a bright cherry at this point.

“No! I...mean...yes. Not tits! Just...stuff. Stress reliever.” He admitted, his shoulders hurting from the paint, “I...ointment? I feel a little light headed.”

Cremia rushed under his arm, helping him stand up. Link felt his arm around her shoulders, carried back to the chateau. His feet dragged a bit as her jiggling breasts rubbed his tunic a bit, making him now focused on hiding his erection.

She dumped him off at the first chair and then fixed her dress. Link tried to cross his legs but found his muscles too weak to do so. How did this enchanting woman do this work every day by herself? Link had gone on long journeys and never had this sort of pain before…

“Here.” Cremia knelted down besides him, rolling up his pants leg. She began to pat the ointment on his leg, cleaning away the sweat and grease that had built up from hard work, “Are you doing okay? We can have dinner after this.”

“Yeah. I think I’m wiped.” Link admitted, his throat a bit tight. He did not want to get an erection in front of her face, “Unless we need to.”

“It’s okay. That was all that was left.” She said, bandaging him up, “I can start dinner. You can rest. I understand that you Hyrulians aren’t used to this.”

What was that? Link cocked his head.

“I went through two world-saving…”

“I didn’t say you weren’t capable. I just said you weren’t used to hard work every day.” She tittered playfully, holding her hands up, “I’d hate to see you run a farm. You might have a bad back by 20 years!”

Link crossed his arms, “I’m capable. I’m just tired from a long journey.”

“Excuses--”

In a flash, Link swooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. Shocked, Cremia started to fight back before Link plopped her down on her butt. He picked up the pitchfork and started to go at it like there was no tomorrow.

“H-hey, don’t split open your…!”

“You can start dinner, woman.” He snapped, hot from his masculinity being degraded, “I’ll take care of the hard work. You’ll find it done by the time you’re finished.”

Cremia raised an eyebrow, “Want to make that a challenge?”
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