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Zelda: The Misadventures of Link	By : moranos Category: Zelda > General Views: 122315 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twenty-One

Full Circle

By Moranos of Valinor

This chapter is dedicated to my very dear confidant, Ms Morgan. Sometimes, a good listener is all it takes to change someone’s life.

Disclaimer. This story is based in whole or in part upon characters and scenarios created and owned wholly by Nintendo. I do not own these characters or scenarios, nor do I profit in any way from the dissemination of this fanfiction material.

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Saria sat perched on the fence of Anju’s cuckoo pen. It was early, and the sky was just starting to grow light. She wore normal clothes she’d borrowed from Anju. A short dress in muted grays and greens, and riding boots. She tugged at the fabric around her chest, trying to make her full breasts sit right in clothes made for a less well-endowed woman. When she was more comfortable, she stared at her ocarina. She’d called him, and he would come soon. She resisted the urge to call him again, and became lost in thought.

Soon she heard the sound of heavy boots crunching down the path from the graveyard, and there he was. Ragged, worn, bearing new scrapes and cuts from his most recent victories, the Hero of Time strode slowly towards her. He walked slowly up to her, removing his gloves and wiping the sweat and grime from his forehead.

Saria froze. She was so in awe of him that she could barely move. He was so perfect, strong and handsome, even in rugged tatters after many battles his stride still had swagger and confidence. She suddenly didn’t know how she could possibly be enough for him.

“You’ve changed so much,” he said, as he reached out and touched her face with both hands. She touched the back of her hand with her fingertips, feeling the calloused skin and enlarged knuckles from constant training and fighting. Her lips quivered and her eyes grew misty as she leaned forward and closed her eyes. Soon she felt his lips upon hers and she was lost in the joy of his embrace, entranced by his hands holding her tight and close. She reached between his legs to tease his cock, but it was already rock hard and throbbing inside his trousers.

“We should go inside,” he said, pulling her to her feet. Arms around one another, they took the back door into Anju’s basement.

Light shone from a single torch as Link led Saria into the dungeon. He could feel the girl’s pulse through her skin, and her hands were trembling as she clung to him. Once they had descended into the stone-walled basement, he threw himself at her.

“MMhh!” Saria grunted as he kissed her aggressively. He gripped her wrists tightly in his hands, pinning her spread-eagle against the cold wall. She struggled in surprise, but he only held on tighter, pressing his knee into her crotch to tease her

“I like it when you struggle,” he growled, teasing her neck and ears with his tongue and exploring her perfect skin with his mouth. “You know you want me, but you act like you’re not a dirty little slut who doesn’t want to get fucked until she can’t walk.” He felt her body tighten with excitement as she pushed him back slightly to make eye contact.

“I like to struggle,” she said softly. “And I like it when you talk to me like that.”

“Good. You’re a dirty whore and you deserve all the things I’m going to do to you right now. And you can struggle all you want, you know you’re just wasting your strength.” His grip tightened around her wrists and she yelped in discomfort.

“Wait, stop, please let me go,” she begged. “Please, stop touching me, AHH!” she cried out in mock anguish as his hand roughly found its way under her skirt and his fingers probed roughly into her dripping wet pussy. She managed to pull away while his grip was loosened, but as she tried to dash for the stairs he caught her from behind, pulling her by the wrist. She kept trying to escape from his deadly grip, but she was no match for his sheer strength and skill. Her dress was promptly torn off and she was naked except for her boots, stockings and a garter belt.

“You dirty little piece of shit!” he snarled. He pulled her tightly to himself, with her back to him. He groped her breasts and crotch, feeling how wet she had suddenly become. “You’re filthy fucking whore, do you know that? You’re fucking dripping!”

She looked at him over her shoulder, and and flashed him a devious grin. But she quickly returned to character, and begged to be released. “Please, Link, I don’t want this, you’re so dirty!” she cried out. He bit her on the cheek, escalating his attack. He slipped one arm around her neck, and clamped it down with the other, slowly increasing pressure to the sides of her neck.

“No, please! Help me!” she gurgled. Her vision was beginning to blur and fade around the edges. Her heart beat so fast she thought it might explode. But he kept squeezing as she clawed at his arms. “Dirty whore!” he spat, “Anju told me what a sick piece of shit you are. She’s told me everything you’ve done. She’s told me who’s fucked you, who’s shot their cum up your dirty cunt, and how much cum you’ve swallowed and how many pussies you’ve licked.” She tried to kick him, but she couldn’t land a blow, only to be rewarded with Link snarling in pleasure. She could feel his cock through their clothing, threatening to rip straight through the fabric.

“Please, Master,” she mumbled, on the brink of blacking out. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back in her head, just before Link finally released his choke hold. She fell to the floor in a heap, gasping for air. She coughed and sputtered, trying to get her wind back, but Link was on her like an animal. He sat her on her knees, and pulled out his cock. She leaned forward, eagerly opening her mouth.

“Beg for it, you stupid bitch,” he said. “You don’t fucking deserve this cock!”

“Please, Master, I know I’m a dirty piece of shit,” Saria said. Tears streamed down her face and her shoulders heaved. This wasn’t something Anju had prepared her for. Suddenly she felt guilty for all of the things she’d done in this very room, and she felt ill. “I’m so sorry, Link, I’m all yours. May I please suck your beautiful cock now?”

Link smacked her face with an open palm, and she yelped in pain. “Again!” he bellowed.

Saria pleaded with him. “Link, I’m sorry I’ve been such a worthless piece of trash,” she said, kowtowing before him.

“Sit up, slut,” he commanded. She flinched as he smacked her again. This time he hit her so hard she fell over sideways, landing on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Her chest heaved, and her breathing was heavy. Her heart beat like a drum, and she felt herself becoming wetter and wetter with each insult and each blow. Link quickly grabbed a leather flogger with a hook on the wall, and said to her, “Spread your ass cheeks, whore.” She did as she was told, and looked at him in horror over her shoulder.

Link brought the whip down on her soft ass cheeks, letting the middle of the leather strands land squarely with a weighty pulling sensation. Saria screamed, exaggerating her discomfort slightly. “Please, Master, please let me suck your cock. I just want to serve you.” He hit her again, dragging the leather across her thighs before pulling back for another stroke.

“Tell me how bad you’ve been!” He hit her again.

“I’m a worthless piece of garbage!” she cried. He hit her again.

“AHHH! I’m a dirty piece of shit!” she screamed. He hit her again, and again, sometimes using the very ends of the whip tails, sometimes using the middle, varying the sensations for his partner. She cried out every time, “I’m a whore! I’m a slut! I just want your dirty cock! Please! Ahh! Please stop! I’ll be good, I promise.” She looked at him over her shoulder. Her cheeks were red, but her face was twisted into a wicked smile.

He paused. “On your knees,” he said. “Open your fucking mouth.” She did as she was told. He stepped closer, and undid his trousers to reveal his rock hard member which throbbed with excitement. He moved behind her, pulling her wrists together and binding them together with a short length of soft rope. Her pulse pounded as he moved in front of her and began stroking her lips with his cock.

“My cock is dirty. I’ve fucked Zelda, Malon, Anju, a Great Fairy, Impa, Ruto, some Gerudos… now it’s your turn to clean it off with your throat,” he said. He held her face in his hands, bending his knees to get his hips in the optimal position. His thumbs pushed their way into the corners of her mouth and forced her jaw open. He slowly inserted his cock into her mouth, and she eagerly leaned forward, taking as much as she could. But she was well trained, and in a moment she was staring up at link with wide eyes full of gag-induced tears, and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He pulled his hands away, and placed them on his hips, chuckling, grinning evilly.

Link groaned in ecstasy as Saria pulled back, licking the tip. He shuddered as she rocked forward again, sliding her throat back down on his cock and stared up at him with her pleading eyes. She pulled away suddenly, gagging and coughing for air, but she plunged down again, accepting his girthy cock into her throat more easily with each stroke. Soon, throaty mucus dripped from her chin, and her throat made gaggy mumbling noises each time she swallowed his cock.

Soon, Link felt the orgasm building inside him, and he pulled away, leaving a trail of pre-cum and drool between his cock and Saria’s lips.

“Master, don’t you want more?” she pleaded. Her face was wet with tears and sweat, and her lips quivered with excitement.

“Not yet,” Link growled. “I have something I want to do with you first.” He hauled her to her feet, and untied her wrists. He re-tied her hands in front of her body, and ran the lead of the rope to a hook dangling from the ceiling joists. He hauled on the rope, raising her hands high over her head, and tied the line off neatly.

Saria’s chest heaved with each breath, as her anticipation built. Fear was in her eyes, but she trusted Link implicitly. Whatever he had in store for her, she would accept it and learn to love it. But her eyes widened as she watched him retrieve a small metal object from a shelf: a little handle with a round spiked wheel on the end, like a spur: The wartenberg pinwheel.

“Did Anju teach you about this?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” Saria replied, studying the pinwheel as Link held it under her nose. “It looks very painful,” she said.

Link laughed, and shook his head. “No, my dear. It can be painful, but it’s a very subtle tool.” He placed the spines on her chest. “It was invented to test your nerves, check sensations in your extremities,” he said. He rolled the wheel across her flesh, past her right nipple, before pulling it away. She gasped in excitement as the spines left a tingling, prickling sensation on her skin. “It’s quite stimulating,” he said, and with no warning he ran it from the inside of her left arm, down through her armpit, down farther still past the edge of her left breast, and down to her waist.

Saria bucked at her bonds as her body tried to pull away from the sensations. She cried out in surprise. “AAAH! What… ungh!” she grunted as Link repeated on her other side. He drew it up from the back of her thigh, up her butt cheek to the small of her back, and then repeated the motion on the other side. Saria went week at the knees and gasped in pleasure with each stroke. Link stood behind her, and reached around with his left hand, embracing her as his fingers probed her pussy, spreading her lips and teasing her clit roughly. He rolled the pinwheel across the sensitive area under her right armpit again, and she screamed.

“FUCK!” she shrieked, “Please, don’t stop!” Link laughed with a wild look in his eyes, and obliged her. He teased her clit while teasing her with the pinwheel. Her body thrashed with every motion. Her eyes were unfocused, and she moaned through clenched teeth. Every time he felt her body heave, he increased the pressure with the pinwheel, until its points left tiny red tracks in her skin. He ran it across her rock hard nipples, the sides of her neck, the inside of her upper arms, and then down between her legs.

“Stand wider, slut,” he commanded. She obliged, planting her feet nearly four feet apart. He ran the wheel down from the small of her back, past her cheeks, and across her outer labia. She wailed wordlessly and she ground herself against Link’s fingers as the boundary between pain and pleasure melted away.

He stopped suddenly. Saria’s breath came in ragged gasps. “Whats… what’s wrong, Master?” she asked. “Won’t… won’t you punish me some more? I’ve been so bad… “

Link laughed out loud. “Yes, little whore, I’ll punish you some more,” he said. He stepped over to one of Anju’s storage cabinets, and returned with a magic wand vibrator and a length of rope. He stood in front of Saria as he looped the rope around the vibrator and carefully harnessed it to her, positioning the head gently against her clit. Her eyes went wide with anticipation as he retrieved the leather flogger again. He set the vibrator to its lowest setting, and Saria’s hips bucked. He delivered a gentle lash to her ass.

“Ungh! Fuck!” Saria yelled. Link again teased the sides of her body with the pinwheel in his left hand, and her body twisted with pleasure. He whipped her from behind so the tails of the flogger wrapped around and stung her nipples, and then he increased the speed of the vibrator.
“Oh gods,” she moaned. “Please…” she breathed, gasping for air.

Link flogged her again on the other side. “Yes, my little slave?”

“Please…” she breathed. “More…”

Link laughed, and the look in his eyes was wild. He swung the flogger around in a slow figure-eight, just brushing her ass cheeks with every rotation. “If my dirty little slave wants more, then more she will get!”

After nearly a minute of constant light flogging, he rolled the pinwheel along her flesh again, starting from just below her ass on the left side, up across her lower back, up the right side of her torso behind the side of her breast, then across her chest, and down the other side, crossing over again at the small of her back, and then back down to her ass and thigh on the right side. Her body tried to twist away from the sensations, but her arms were firmly held above her head, and she couldn’t escape from her Master. Link playfully drew the pinwheel up the middle of her back, up the side of her neck, and then ever so gently teased it across her ear. Her chest shook with a stuttering breath as he pulled the pinwheel away and repeated the action on the other side, always maintaining perfect symmetry.

Link could feel Saria reaching her limits, and he finally gave her what she truly wanted. He adjusted the lead attached to her wrists, giving her some slack so that she could bend over more. He stood behind her, and grabbed her hips. He switched the vibrator to its highest setting, and pushed his cock between her legs, between the two strands of rope which snaked through her crotch holding the vibrator in place. His cock plunged deep into her dripping pussy, and her body convulsed. He slowly and inexorably began to pump his cock in and out of her body, and she shrieked as his cock and the vibrator quickly tore an orgasm from her body. But he didn’t stop, and he kept increasing his pace. He dragged the pinwheel across her sides again, and her body peaked again, and still he didn’t stop. Only when her third orgasm sent her body into a clenching convulsion did he withdraw his cock, leaving her only with the vibrator. Now, with no pressure on her pussy, fluid gushed from her crotch as she ejaculated over the floor.

Saria’s chest and shoulders heaved as Link cut the rope holding her hands, and freed her from the unstoppable force of the vibrator. He helped her to lie down, but before untying her he straddled her face, lowering his cock to her lips.

“You’re not done yet, my dirty slave,” he teased. “Open your mouth!”

“Yes… mas...er..” she managed. He plunged his cock into her throat until she started to gag, and then pulled away. Then again. And again. Finally unable to contain his pleasure, he pulled back and stroked his cock until his cum began to flow, spurting an enormous load onto Saria’s face, onto her open mouth and tongue.

Link’s breath was heavy as he gathered her in his arms and carried her to one of Anju’s leather sofas. He sat with her, and held her. The cum dripped from her face onto his tunic. He wiped her face with a towel, too lazy to get her totally clean. Her arms laced themselves around his neck as he pulled her close to kiss her filthy lips. Her body still trembled as she held him tight. They gazed into one another’s eyes as pulses dropped and bodies cooled. She stroked his face, he caressed her arm, and Saria laughed weakly.

“I’m so happy,” she mumbled before kissing him again. “I am yours,” she said. “You can do whatever you want to me. Anything!”

“I’m happy, too,” Link whispered in her ear. “But we’ve only just started.”
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