Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Shura's Futa Adventures	By : Ronin Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 41018 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Caliber, Naruto, Street Fighter or any other series covered in this story, or any characters from them. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Chapter 3 (Link and Zelda)
Link tied Epona to a small post outside the Hyrule castle, making his way inside, unbothered by the guards. While they didn’t recognize him as a bearer of the Triforce and the Hero of Time (mostly because time-travel shenanigans meant he hadn’t really done half the stuff he’d done to save Hyrule), they saw him often enough. He came here all the time. Eventually, it got silly for him to sneak in and out of the castle’s waterways, so the guards had been instructed to let him pass by the Princess herself.
He found Zelda waiting for him in her usual spot, the garden just outside the throne room. Just past seventeen, Link moved with the sureness and slight wariness of a warrior twice his age. Clad in his simple white undergarment and green tunic, his muscles were lean but firm, every inch forged not by frivolous training, but by hard-won battles, days and nights of exploration. His hat flopped a bit atop his blond hair as he walked, the one concession Link made to his days spent as a faerie, when he counted himself among their immortal number. It was at that early age his insatiable desire for sex had begun-as ageless, childlike beings, the faeries had little to but sex each other in their idyllic, protected lands. Even when Link had outgrown them, he retained that youthful mix of innocence and depravity-not shocked by anything, and open to ever more escalating feats of sexuality, be it defiling the Forest Temple by mating with Saria herself, or bathing the Fountain Faeries in his seed as they healed him with her waters, or even having sex with a creature so far from a Hylian as Princess Ruto.
Zelda, clad in the finery of royalty, was a different story. She had been raised away from such things, taught she would remain a virgin until her wedding night, and that her future marriage was only to produce healthy heirs for the throne. However, when Ganon took the throne, she had fled into hiding with Impa, and forced to disguise herself as a man, Sheik. Years of this, and whatever else she had been forced to do in order to avoid capture, had obviously had an effect on her mind. At least when it came to sex, in public she was the regal, prim and proper princess, inspiring her citizens with her beauty and her kindness.
But in private, it was a different story. As soon as Link entered the garden, Zelda ran to him, her arms held at her side, elbows angled out, just like a little girl. But the way she threw her arms around her neck and shoved her tongue into his mouth was anything but girl-like. At least for Hylian girls-fairies were a different story. Zoras too. Maybe women started earlier than Link knew.
He returned the kiss, arms pressing against Zelda’s lower back, his tongue exploring the familiar confines of her mouth, pressing against her tongue, delving deep. No, she wasn’t a little girl anymore that was for sure. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss, and Zelda stepped back, falling to her knees. Her dress pooled around her, little golden Triforce earrings tinkling as they bounced.
“Not here,” Link said worriedly. “Someone might see.” Indeed, a number of windows looked down into the garden.
“That’s why it’s fun, silly.” Zelda giggled, reclining onto her back. She hiked up her soft pink dress, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The smooth skin of her crotch and pussy was pale and inviting. Despite Link’s worries, he couldn’t help himself. He lay down in the soft grass, already kicking out of his boots. Zelda looked up at him, big blue eyes shining with her excitement. Fucking in semi-public places was one of her favorite ways to have sex, although she and Link had done plenty of experimentation in their love life.
Link wrapped his arms around Zelda again, kissing and nuzzling at her long, lovely neck. She cooed a bit, eyes narrowing as her face flushed. No matter how much he protested (and today had been a record for how quickly he gave up), Link always gave in to Zelda’s sexual requests. Whatever she wanted, she got. It was only fair to serve one’s princess, after all.
Zelda’s princes-gloved hands worked at Link’s own gloves, wanting to feel the supple yet firm skin underneath them. Once his hands were freed, Link pushed up her dress even more, the flowing cloth ballooning about her upper waist, her lower body on full display.
Slowly Link caressed her outer lips with one finger, up and down, and around, starting to massage her clit in small circles. His other hand tangled in her strawberry-hued locks as Zelda worked at the extravagant gold chestpiece she wore, unhooking its clasps and letting the metal adornment thump to the grass beside them. That was about as undressed as she had time or desire to get-part of the reason the Princess didn’t wear panties was because she had entirely too much cloth on at any one time. She kicked off her dainty and thoroughly expensive slippers.
Link was lucky, he merely had to shuck down his body stocking, undo his belt, and he was good to go. His worried comments aside, he was clearly excited by the prospect of fucking his lover right here in this pastoral garden. Zelda slipped one hand down between his legs, lithe, velvet-covered fingers dancing along his shaft. Although no Goron, Link was nearly as hard as steel, turgid member throbbing with release. Compared to the still child-like proportions of Zelda (who hadn’t yet grown into her height), Link’s purple-headed monster was clearly all man. With a thin bramble of pubic hair and two swarthy, fleshy balls, the somewhat androgynous Hero of Time looked like someone had placed a stallion’s cock on a boy barely out of puberty. Zelda often mused, in her dirtier thoughts, that if Link ever got the notion to fuck Epona, the horse would not be disappointed. She was sure he hadn’t done that, though. Well, reasonably sure. Speaking of Epona-
“You’re all sweaty, Link.” She chided softly. “I bet your balls smell like horse fur again.” She didn’t mind, really, it gave his dick a unique taste, a mixture of sweat, his own natural musk, and the smell of horse.
“Well, excuse me Princess.” He smirked. “I worked up a bit of a sweat riding here. And I plan to do it again, right now.”
Still stroking his cock, gripping the wide length of flash firmly, Zelda guided Link as he moved his hips, bringing his tip to her moist pussy. She released his member and placed her hands on his shoulders and back, gripping lightly. Link planted his knees on the grass, nudging Zelda’s legs open a bit further as she lay flat. Then he surged forward, plunging inside her hot center.
“Hungh!” Zelda moaned, her pussy stretching to accommodate the length of her lover, heart rate pounding. She tightened her grip on him, legs wrapping around his slender and toned waist. Link’s hat bobbed atop his head as he made love to the Princess of all Hyrule on the soft grass of the garden, undoubtedly staining her dress with grass marks. The Princess merely closed her eyes and enjoyed the pounding in her loins as Link continued to tunnel inside of her, reaching further and further with each thrust.
“Oh, Zelda! Its ben far too long.” He whispered, working his fingers at the soft cloth clasp around her neck. A little more forceful than he intended, it ripped in two rather than snapping open, prompting a little gasp from Zelda. She chuckled throatily as he pushed her dress down, exposing the creamy flesh of one shoulder. Link loomed over her now, hips bucking as his cock penetrated her fully, balls smacking against her with each solid, forceful thrust.
Link bit her shoulder firmly, teeth dimpling the soft skin, tongue rubbing along his bite marks as he alternatively sucked, licked and bit the expanse of skin. Zelda ran her hands along his chest, feeling the taut muscles of his pecs strain underneath his clothing as he began to pick up speed. The rhythmic slapping of his thighs against her skin grew slightly more frenzied. This continued for minutes, the pair passionately coupling in the garden, with Zelda at one point rolling them over (crushing some exquisite flowers in the process), as she sat up above Link, riding her lover. She began to feel her orgasm approaching, as her downward thrusts and Link’s plunging, spearing cock taking her to new heights of pleasure.
For some moments, Link merely placed his hands behind his head, thrusting only slightly as Zelda rode him, her elfin frame impressively taking his entire length up and down. Drops of her juices clung to his cock as he bounced and descended, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh, Link!” She moaned, at the edge of climax.
Link sat up then, mashing his body against hers, increasing the pace of his fucking. He knew just how to push her off the cliff, so to speak. Turning her head softly by the chin, he kissed and sucked greedily at the skin behind her large ears. Something of a secret spot for the Princess, and a few other Hylians Link had coupled with (Zoras were different, something about the fleshy fins that sprouted from their limbs), it turned Zelda’s arms and legs to jelly.
The Princess moaned again, loud and low this time, eyes rolling back slightly as she came, juices lathering up Link’s tool as he held her close, his own orgasm approaching. This continued, frenzied pounding quickly drove Zelda to a second orgasm, and her moan turned into a high-pitched keen. Arms flailing, she tore at her own dress, rending the fabric about her chest, exposing her perky if modest chest. The sight of one nipple, hard and inviting, encouraged Link and he bit upon the little nub, putting a bit more force into it this time.
Between Zelda’s screams of pleasure and the way her climaxing pussy was gripping Link’s turgid cock, his own orgasm was soon upon him. “Zelda! I’m, I’m-Haa!” He grunted, shooting his seed deep inside her, balls tightening as he buried himself into her one more time.
The couple lay back, Link’s softening member still inside the Princess’ reddened and used pussy. Their breath quickened as Zelda laid a hand across his chest, nudging at the bandoleer he wore. Absently, Link shrugged out of the leather strap, nuzzling close to the Princess. They kissed deeply, and Zelda bit and tugged lightly at his lower lip.
Gingerly they parted, and after taking a moment to catch her breath, Zelda stood. Link’s cock, soft but still rather large, fell from her with a schlepp, their mixed fluids pooled around his crotch, matting down his pubic hair. She looked a sight, hair askew, dress stained by grass and smushed flowers, clinging to her supple body by sweat. The hole in her dress wasn’t too large-it still concealed one breast and didn’t quite reach the top of her collar, but it was still frightfully immodest for royalty. Her golden belt had likewise come undone at some point, and lay discarded in the grass. Link was slightly more composed, but there was no hiding that he had obviously just finished fucking as well.
With a charming and by now, incongruous, hint of romance, Zelda extended one long arm to him. Link tugged at the fingers of her right glove, and then kissed her hand like a proper gentleman. He tugged up his pants as he stood, pulse slowly returning to normal. “Where now, then?” He asked, knowing “one and done” was never in the cards for Zelda. They didn’t see each other as often as she liked (which would have been always), so she made the most of their couplings when she got the change.
Zelda furrowed her brow, again looking like that little girl he’d met so long ago. “The audience chamber, I think. I want you on my father’s throne.” They made their way inside, and then stopped. Someone, as Link had predicted, had been watching. Though the guards were nowhere in sight (they usually made themselves scarce when the two had their “visits” though Zelda had caught more than one jerking himself as Link fucked her-truthfully it only turned her on more), there was a single occupant of the throne room, standing on the red carpet leading to her father’s chair.
This was someone neither had seen before, and Link felt a moment of dangerous anticipation. He had left his sword and shield outside in the garden, but he was still the wielder of the Triforce of Courage, ready to take on any threat. However, as usual, Zelda was far more perceptive, owing to her position as a Sage and own mystical powers.
“Greetings, traveler. I sense you have come from a far-away realm. What brings you to Hyrule?” It was always a wonder to Link how quickly Zelda could go from his hottest fuck-buddy to the heir apparent to Hyrule. Even with her dress torn and breast exposed, Zelda was a regal figure.
The other woman, clad in purple and with swords of her own, merely smirked. “You two, I imagine. I am Shura, and it seems I was drawn to this place for a reason. What are your names?” She placed one hand on her hip, cocking her waist to one side. Link could not help but notice she was more generously proportioned than Zelda, not as thin but far more stacked, with obvious large breasts that rose and fell gently in time with her breasts, and a pair of impressive thighs. He could only imagine her rear was as shapely.
“I am the Princess Zelda, the Seventh Sage, bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom. This is Link, the Hero of Time, bearer of the Triforce of Courage.” Zelda stepped forward, closing the distance between the two women to just more than an arm’s length. She could sense the magic in this woman, dark, but with no apparent malice. Not a threat for the moment. And something else, something very intriguing. She tossed a look back at Link.
“You said you were brought her for a reason. I hope that wasn’t just to watch us.” He had felt someone’s eyes on them, but been too engrossed to bother finding out who it was. His tone carried a hint of playfulness-Zelda had long discussed bringing a third into their love making, with many names being offered but no single person being decided on just yet.
“Oh, not at all.” Shura said, tittering. She seemed to be playfully mocking Zelda’s reserved manner, placing one hand upon her collarbone like a noble lady. “I was rather hoping to join you. If you can keep up with me, that is. Most lovers find me insatiable.”
Zelda smiled, the curl of her lip containing the weight of royal confidence. “We are not most lovers, you will find.”
“Nor I.” Shura returned, shucking out of her clothes. “Observe.” Soon she was completely naked, and Link hurriedly pulled his own green tunic off, tossing it aside. Somehow his hat stayed on. Shura did a little turn for them, her breasts bouncing and her ass shaking just a bit. She was as stacked as Link had hoped for, and she tossed her hips out again, shaking her pronounced cheeks for them before turning around again. She closed her eyes, seemingly concentrating. Zelda could feel the magic, and even Link sensed something unusual was coming.
Shura’s cock sprung into view, and both Hylians gasped. Link had taken a dick or two in his day-Mido may have been a jerk, but he was a great lay-but this woman was even larger than he was. The tip of her penis jutted up in the air, resting well above her belly button. Zelda clasped her two mismatched hands, one gloved, one uncovered, together, beaming. “Oh yes!” She giggled. “I can’t wait to see what you can do with that.” Zelda had seen a she-cock before, Impa had one-it had been she who took Zelda’s virginity, years ago. But her own penis seemed like a boy’s before the tower of dick that dominated her field of vision now.
“And you?” Shura said to Link, beginning to stroke her own penis. His undergarment tightened, and the bulge was apparent, a tent appearing in the white fabric.
“Oh I wouldn’t mind a taste of that monster, if it gets me a taste of your pussy.” He replied, a slight lie. He’d have taken her dick either way.
Shura stepped forward kissing Zelda hungrily-she had been very turned on watching the younger couple, and now she was going to get his. Link undressed as his lover yielded her mouth to the stranger, hands resting lightly on Shura’s hips. When Link was fully naked, he moved beside Shura, kissing on her neck. She ran a hand along his tight abdominals, her eyes closed so she could truly get a feel for his body. His skin was tight with muscle, but still very lean. Between his soft facial features and pale skin, he could pass for a very athletic girl if you ignored his penis. Still, even Shura was impressed by his size-she had demon magic on her side, after all, and this boy was nearly as large as her. She’d have to try that out.
Zelda broke the kiss, a line of spittle connecting the two women’s mouths. “Puh-Please,” She managed to say. “The throne. Sit on my father’s throne and let me suck your dick.” She pleaded. Shura obliged, strutting her way to the throne, ass bouncing with every step. Zelda hurried behind and fell to her knees as Shura sat on the throne, knees spread wide, palms resting on the mighty chair’s arms. She said nothing, merely waiting for Zelda to begin.
She didn’t have to wait long. Tearing off her other glove, Zelda pumped the length, marveling at its size. She had stars in eyes, scarcely able to believe the size of it. Guiding her hands down to the base, she opened her mouth wide, gaping maw as stretched as she could manage. She’d have lockjaw after this, she could just tell. Dipping her head down, Zelda popped the head of Shura’s cock into her mouth, cheeks hollowed out. Her beautiful angular features were contorted by the oral gymnastics she was performing, throat flexing as she began to swallow the meat. Drool began to leak from the tight seal her lips formed around the cock, one bead of it trailing down the throbbing underside vein. She looked back up at Shura, who managed to keep herself restrained, letting her new partner explore her length for now.
Link stood nearby, and he kissed Shura, able to taste Zelda on her lips. His hands found her chest almost immediately, and Shura played with his hair, even gripping his ears for a moment. She’d never seen ones so large. He palmed her breasts, fingers splayed wide to touch as much of the firm flesh as he possibly could at one time. The two embraced passionately while Zelda slurped and sucked away at the massive cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down like a fishing lure. Her hands worked strenuously, tugging and twisting at the pulsing rod. She was able to take most of the length in, but her throat stubbornly fought to keep the last few inches out. Her breathing was coming in hitching gasps, and as Link left Shura’s lips, he looked down at his beautiful lover, mouth stretched by dick.
“I think she needs a little help, Shura. She always does with mine.” He smiled.
Shura waved a hand, looking like the royal throne belonged to her, her cock the royal scepter, subjugating all who beheld it. “Oh, by all means, my Hero.” She breathed.
Link knelt behind Zelda, one hand gripping the back of her skull firmly. Their eyes met, and Link could see the lust racing in her gaze. A single tear watered at the corner of his eye as Link began to push.
“Here you go, Princess.” He sneered, forcing Zelda’s mouth open even wider as she struggled to take the cock. Her hands gripped Shura’s thighs, using them for leverage as Link pushed her face down. Nearly there-all she could see was the cock, Shura’s pubic hair, and just a hint of her own pussy underneath. Her nose was a scant inch away from Shura’s pelvis, and Link relented just for a moment, dragging her head up, Zelda’s tongue squishing along the cock as she was pulled back up. Then Link forced her down again, with no mercy this time. She squawked and squealed as the cock tunneled down her throat, fingers kneading Shura’s flesh. The dick popped into her esophagus, and Shura could feel the tight sphincters of her foodpipe clenching, squeezing her cock as Zelda tried to swallow. She heaved and bucked as Link held her down, unable to breathe properly, but her motions were automatic, unconscious. Zelda’s whole mind was obscured by the thought of fucking this cock with her throat, of burying her face in Shura’s dark pubic. By the goddesses, she wanted this flesh hose to pump her full of come.
She felt the pressure on her head released as Link moved away, but she didn’t relax. Quite the opposite, and Shura watched, breasts rising and falling as she began to pant, as Zelda impaled her own mouth over and over on her dick. She was rising up to about halfway up the length, the head still mashing against the entrance to her throat, before plunging back down.
Suddenly, she heard fabric ribbing, and felt the tug of Link’s hands at her waist. He’d torn the lower half of her dress off in a diagonal tear, jagged edges of fabric clinging to her sweaty body. Her ass was on display, smaller than Shura’s but still quite pleasing to the eye, resting upon her calves. Link tugged at her waist, pulling her back until she was in a spit-roast position. Link crouched beside her, cock resting at her entrance again. He locked eyes with Shura as he entered Zelda, imaging what her pussy would feel like. Or her cock, for that matter. Shura smirked at him, giving him a little show with her breasts. She shook them, the perfect orbs bouncing and shaking, placing one arm underneath them like a shelf to raise them even higher, circling her nipples with her long fingers. As one they began to fuck Zelda together, Link’s hands around her waist and Shura gripping her hair tightly.
Zelda’s earrings were a bouncing chorus now, jingling and jangling as her head was fucked mercilessly. She only focused on holding her jaw open and not choking on all the spit and pre-cum that was sliding along her mouth and throat. Shura was almost thrusting all the way in and out now, hips colliding with Zelda’s face with punishing force. Her lips hummed with sensitivity as they were treated so roughly, and her nose kept getting mashed into Shura’s bramble of hair, obscuring her only available tiny breathing holes with the dark, curly strands.
Meanwhile, Link was having his way with her pussy, plunging in and out, jamming his Master Sword into her tight channel, working in time with Shura. Filled with cock from both ends, barely able to breathe, treated like a common peasant whore, Zelda moaned and came again, juices pulsing out around Link’s balls. He spanked her ass with both hands as she bucked upon him, turning her little ass beet red.
“Oh, fuck Princess!” Shura gasped. The clenching walls of her throat, hugging onto her cock like a long-lost lover was simply too much. “I hope you can hold your breath!” She grunted, pulling out until little more than her cockhead was in Zelda’s mouth. She wanted this randy royal to taste it all. From the look in her eye and the hungry little moans Zelda was making, hands jerking her pole, it was clear she did too.
Shura moaned, coming hard, pent-up from watching the lovers before. Her seed flooded Zelda’s mouth, and Shura pinched her nostrils shut, leaving Zelda with a simple choice: swallow, or choke. She opted for a third option, mouth clenching and gulping down the hot jizz, but some of it backed up, going into her breathing tube, backing up and spewing out her nose. The future ruler of Hyrule hacked like a sick cat on the massive load, her hands beginning to beat a bit on Shura’s thighs, though she was far too weak from air loss and constant pleasure to really do anything about her situation.
Shura pulled out with a little popping noise, still spewing come. The last few strands landed on Zelda’s cute little pointy nose, crisscrossing on her cheeks. Link continued ramming her from behind as Zelda coughed a little, already lapping at the underside of Shura’s cock and the mixture of come and spit that had rested there.
“So, do you suck as good as your Princess, Link?” Shura called, the hint of a challenge in her voice. Link slammed into Zelda a few more times, her ass rippling, before pulling out. His cock surged, demanding release, but he could wait. The simple fact was he wasn’t as good as Zelda at giving head-the biggest dicks he’d handled still a fair bit smaller than his own. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna try his damndest.
Kneeling beside Zelda, Link shared a come-swapping, sloppy kiss with her, getting even more aroused at the strange taste flooding his mouth. Zelda moved her head in unison with his, and they licked up and down the length of Shura’s cock from either side, first moving together, and then switching so that Link was licking down while Zelda was slurping her way up. Finally they met at the spongy, only slightly softened head, making out around like two horny school girls enjoying a frozen treat. With the dick slightly diminished (for the moment), Link knew now was his best chance.
He worked the head of the cock into his mouth, still unable to believe its size. He hadn’t sucked a dick in a while-he didn’t visit the faeries as much as he used to, and when he did, it was usually only to fuck Zelda. He’d even done Talon once, though the overweight farmer was barely more than five inches and couldn’t last half as long as Link. None of it was proper preparation for the phallus in front of him. Zelda encouraged him, licking and kissing at his cheek as he sucked. The scent of Shura’s fresh come was nearly dizzying, making his mouth water even more.
“That’s right, baby, suck her dick just like that. Take it deeper, baby, deeper! Really let her fuck your face!” Link did as he was told, and his own spit soon joined Zelda’s in caking Shura’s cock. Abruptly, Shura stood up, hips pushing forward as she worked her dick a little deeper inside him. Link could take about half of the roughly fore-arm sized dick, and she managed to squeeze a few extra inches inside. Still, she had other ideas in mind, and soon pulled out, leaving Link’s dick-wrecked mouth leaking and sputtering a bit. Bubbles formed as his mind struggled to remind him to breathe regularly.
Zelda hopped in place a bit. “I want both of you inside me! Right fucking now!”
Shura stood up, and motioned for Link to sit down. He did, relishing the fact that this was where Zelda’s father sat, issuing royal proclamations. And now his daughter was gonna get double-teamed on it. Delicious. His cock, rigid and throbbing with need, stood up straight as Zelda straddled him, with her back facing towards him. Her tight, puckering little asshole resisted and struggled to stay closed as Link’s prick helmet pushed and prodded at the entrance, but it was no use. His cock battered its way inside, drawing another yell from Zelda. She was visibly struggling to adjust-she’d taken Link before this way before, but one never really got used to so much fat cock in their ass-brow furrowed, breath hitching, legs trembling.
So of course, Shura took that vulnerable moment to jam inside her pussy. She used such force that Zelda thought herself lucky to have already been fucked twice today. Had she been fresh, this fucking log would have likely split her in twain. Link and Shura violated Zelda’s holes with an unbalanced rhythm, their cocks surging and tunneling inside her fuckholes. Zelda was soon lost in the throes of another orgasm, her head resting limply against Link. Shura and Link locked eyes, and she bared her teeth in challenge to him.
“I’ll stop when you stop, Hero.” She mocked. Then she picked up the pace, summoning up every scrap of lust and demon power inside her loins to really punish this pussy, forcing out squelching, dirty sounds as her juices and left-over bits of Link’s load were forced out, Shura’s cock taking up every available iota of space inside Zelda’s overpacked tunnel. Link was not about to lose a challenge so easily. He’d never seen a lover as forceful as Shura, but sometimes he was too brave for his own good. If that meant Zelda had to walk funny for a day or two, so be it.
He redoubled his pace, trying to cram as much of his cock into Zelda’s ass as fast as he possibly could. He’d had easier tasks, like trying to best Ganon in a fight, but Link was used to rising to the occasion. As Shura watched Zelda’s face, her eyes crossed as her hands began to beat at her sides helplessly, mind shattered by a double orgasm, her ass and pussy contracting and squeezing around the thick cocks inside her, stretching her so tight Link could feel the slightest motion Shura made, Zelda’s thin inner flesh stretched tight between them like a single layer of clothing.
If Shura noticed that Zelda’s breath had practically ceased, her eyes fluttered shut and her body falling limp, she didn’t seem to care. Link could tell she had passed out, but with Zelda pinned to him by Shura’s cock pressing down into her, there wasn’t much he could do about it. He simply enjoyed the sensations, taking a deep breath of Zelda’s sweat-matted hair, almost as lost in the pleasure of this moment as she was.
Shura, her breath growing ragged, and pounding far faster than Link could manage in his position, came again, spattering inside of Zelda, her cock erupting like an oil derrick. With a mighty roar, Shura reached down and gripped Zelda’s hips, sliding her off of Link’s unflagging cock. Turning her body slightly, Shura deposited Zelda on the floor with all the grace and gentleness one would use while throwing laundry into a hamper, her dick still shooting the whole time, getting on her stomach, on Link, the throne, the floor, and then she bothered to aim the last few streams at Zelda’s disheveled, almost broken form. The dick-chick turned back to Link, crescent eyes glinting dangerously.
“Ok, loverboy, why don’t you try me on for size. I can handle more than your sweet Princess here.” Shura was speaking from experience-while even in all her travels she hadn’t seen much bigger cocks than Link’s or her own massive member, she had a few-the heartless golem with the axe came to mind-and she’d handled them well enough. Being supernaturally tough probably helped with that.
“Take me to her bedroom, and fuck me where she sleeps.” Shura hissed, leaning in close to Link. “Then, it’ll be your turn.” She whispered, and darted her tongue out to lick at his ears. It was all the pent-up Link could do not to spasm into an orgasm right then and there. He stood on rubbery legs, summoning up what little strength he had left to scoop Zelda up. It wasn’t right to leave her out here-but then, being right wasn’t what any of this was about, he supposed.
He was a little kinder in putting her down once they arrived, laying her in an expansive chair while Shura lounged on the bed, propped up on her back and elbows. “I’m waiting.” She sang. Having sex with a man on his girlfriend’s royal bed while she lay passed out from being double-stuffed was a new one, even for her.
Despite his flagging stamina, Link felt renewed a heroic second wind. Of sorts. He jumped onto the bed, mouth latching onto Shura’s sizable tits, moving from left to right like a wet, slobbery metronome. She guided his hips to hers, mashing their wet, come splattered cocks together. It was a new sensation for Link, and one that felt sinfully delightful. Trickles of precome ran from both their tips, mingling and dribbling down their lengths as they rubbed their pricks together. Link bit down harder on Shura’s jugs, cramming as much as he could in his mouth-which was plenty, but with even more left over. Shura encouraged him, pressing his head closer to her breast in an obscene parody of mother and child. Then she scooted back a little, drawing her pussy level with Link’s leveled cock.
“Well? I haven’t got all day.” She teased. Link merely growled around her warm breasts, looking up at her, marveling at the sheer sex appeal she exuded. There was something not natural about this woman, as overwhelming a presence as Ganon’s sheer evil might, but far more arousing. He plunged forward, helpless, a man tottering off the edge of a mountain. He could not have turned away from her pussy if the safety of all Hyrule depended on it. Not if Zelda herself begged him to.
No, Link thought as he began pummeling inside Shura’s tight, slick pussy, hearing Zelda beg would only have made him fuck harder and faster. Shura began to moan and groan, her voice surprisingly high. Up until now she had been completely in control, and while Link knew she still was, to an extent, this was a surprisingly new dimension to her sexuality. He wondered if she’d always had the cock, and how many times a woman had to be fucked to learn how to fuck so well herself.
It was clear to Link, even as lost in pleasure and filled with the fatigue of multiple orgasms in a small span of time, that Shura was far more experienced at giving than receiving. She didn’t melt in his arms, not quite, but she was very receptive, bucking her hips back at him, her thick, full-figured body smacking against his own tight, thin one. She looked to have five years on him, maybe, and with the way she acted, Link wouldn’t be surprised if that meant scores of sexual partners. Lifting his head up from her heaving chest, Link kissed his way up her breastbone, licking and nipping at her clavicle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Shura said, her head thrashing from side to side. “I’m coming, you dirty fucking bastard!” She bit her lower lip and went stiff for a moment, eyes closed. Link had an idea in mind, and thrust two of his fingers inside her ass, the other hand working on her clit. Who knows if he ever got the chance to be with such a specimen again? He wanted to get every sensation of pleasure he could get out of this day.
His actions soon had the desired effect. Pounding away like a locomotive, Shura’s fuckjuice spurted out around his cock, lost in her second orgasm within two minutes. “Mother…fucker.” She grunted, using one hand to tilt Link’s chin up and kiss him. She lacked technique this time, merely sticking her tongue in his mouth and moving it around as best she could. She hadn’t had a dick in her cunt in some time. She’d forgotten just how wonderful it could be-not quite better than dropping a load inside some screaming little bitch, but good in its own amazing way.
Link grunted and slammed forward, coming for harder than he thought possible right now. Normally, after so many prior orgasms, he’d just be shooting a few drops, but this orgasm felt stronger than the others, longer-lasting. His issue filed up Shura’s unbelievably tight pussy quickly, and he lay against her, nearly exhausted.
“One…huff…one last ting, Mr. Hero.” Shura said, wiggling her hips and slowly dragging herself off of his clinging cock. Shura was always of the mind to make the last, the best. Over Link’s shoulder, she could see Zelda stirring, and she had no idea this time would live up to that ideal. Link moved as if on autopilot, Shura gently splaying her fingers against his chest and pushing, leaving him sprawled out on his bed, the pink covers of Zelda’s bed clinging to his sweaty skin like hungry satin mouths. He knew what was coming, and fairly trembled in anticipation. He felt a great pleasure and raised his head up, looking at Shura’s cockhead pressing against him, between the sight of his own drooping, but still relatively hard cock. It was still insane to him to see just how far Shura’s cock stretched out from her hips.
“Goddamn…” Shura grumbled. “This is going to be one tight fuckin fit. But not for much longer.” Link’s hands went down to his asscheeks, spreading them wide while his legs splayed out, hanging useless, feeling nearly numb. Then, with a spat curse from both Shura and Link, she was inside him-barely. Shura stayed put, her head half in Link’s asshole, the crown fighting with all its demonic might against the tight entrance. Had Link been a total anal virgin, this never would have worked at all. Even now, it was gonna be a damn epic task. Shura was more than up for the challenge, and she began pounding away, trying harder and harder on each thrust to fit inside, refusing to back up a single centimeter. She had a long way to go, and it was going to be worth every second of effort.
Link certainly seemed to agree, looking up at her with something akin to worship. This cock might actually bust him up for good, leaving him with a permanently distended hole. He wouldn’t have minded if it did, even if that meant he spent his days going from fucking Zelda and his nights with his ass swallowing Goron dick.
He looked away from Shura’s piercing, dominating gaze, back to the dick. He estimated it was about halfway in, and he took his hands off his ass-the thick meat of the cock keeping his cheeks hopelessly spread. Instead he placed them on Shura’s waist, trying to draw her in.
“Oh, my! You just can’t wait for this cock, can you? You want every nasty, bowel-stretching inch!” Shura mocked him, mouth frothing up. She spat on him, right in the face, hocking back and doing it again, and again. Link moaned out, his tongue darting from his lips to soak up whatever spittle he could catch. Another devious idea came to Shura’s mind and she let spit bubble up in her mouth, hips inexorably drawing every closer to Link’s tight little teeny boy ass. Then she dropped great gobs of spit onto his face, some of it getting in his eyes and up his nose. Link gasped, shocked by this latest assault, cock twitching in delight. He opened his mouth, maybe to say something, and Shura’s eyes alighted on his ridiculous floppy hat, somehow still on his head, however narrowly. She tugged it down over his face, down past his chin. The thin green garment, matted with sweat from his soaking hair and scalp, stuck to his face like a death shroud, the spit and sweat trapped within, plunging Link into heat and darkness. He grunted and groaned, arms instinctively coming up to push the hat up, just a tad.
Shura’s hands pinned his wrists, keeping him restrained. Strong as he was, he might have been able to fight her off. If he had leverage and if she wasn’t making him a fucking cockslave to her giant flesh Master Sword. But she was and he didn’t, and with a final, exquisite sensation of being rearranged from the inside-out, Shura’s hips smacked against him, her balls resting on her pelvis. She caressed them roughly, squeezing and palming the wrinkled, by now pungent orbs.
“Just lay back and take it bitch.” Shura grunted, punctuating each word with a heavy, ponderous thrust. “In the fuckin dark, struggling to breathe. All you have to do to make it stop is ask. Just ask me to stop and I’ll out and go. Is that what you want, Hero of Time?”
Link called up the dregs of his strength and shook his head, furiously, the action making his breath even thinner inside the rape mask his hat had become. Shura laughed and focused on destroying his ass, all thoughts of Link’s pleasure or lack thereof equally meaningless to her. This was about her now, and just how much orgasmic delight she could wring from his come rag of a body before her body gave out on her.
“Harder,” a voice came calling. A voice weak and strained, coming from a throat packed with crusted jizz and stretched behind what any human should endure. Zelda’s voice, as she blurred her fingers over her clit, never before seeing a sight half as hot as Link, her Link, getting his ass reamed out, his own hard cock flopping and twitching with every ass-breaking thrust. “Harder, harder, harder!” She chanted.
“Make him fucking scream!” Zelda panted. As if responding, Link’s moans became something else, some kind of weak vocalization. He was trying to say something, and Shura was just barely interested enough to hear him out. Dick-head slapping into his prostate with every push inside him, she tugged his hat off, exposing a reddened face, glassy-eyed Link.
“Buh, beh,” He croaked out. “Behn-bend.” He said. Shura cocked an eyebrow, tweaking his nipple for no reason other than to be cruel and drag a tiny scream from his throat.
“Bend me-over.” He managed to gasp out. “And really fuck me.” Shura slowed down, her thrusts going slower.
“Please!” Link shouted, realizing what she was doing. “Please, please, fuck me from behind. Bust my ass in half like a whore! I fuckin need it, I’ll do anyt-hurk!” Shura’s forearm pressed against his neck, cutting off air and worse, blood, to his head. He grew lightheaded, eyes fluttering shut. He half saw Shura waving to someone-Zelda, must be, before he blacked out for a moment.
When he came to, Shura was behind him, standing up. He was indeed bent over the bed and in front of him were Zelda’s ravaged holes, sperm clotted inside and out of her used dick depositories. A shudder went through him and, oxygen starved, used like a cunt, and realizing that was what his ass would look like, Link came, staining the bed where Zelda slept with his seed. He barely noticed as Shura thrust him forward, his face bouncing into Zelda’s crotch. As Shura pulled out, Zelda gripped his head, keeping him trapped. Her thighs wrapped around him, and she ground her cunt and ass against his mouth.
Shura leaned above Link, keeping his crotch mashed in his sticky, drying come as she pillaged Zelda’s mouth, making his girl her’s. Zelda was going to come, the sight of Link’s constant, merciless fucking and his forced tongue-lashing of her pussy and ass too much for her. As her lower half contracted and she moaned into Shura’s mouth, she came. Her juices poured out, along with the mixture of come left packed inside her. Link had no choice but to lap it up or have it overflow his mouth. A stray pubic hair, doubtless left inside Zelda by one of her fuckers, got lodged against the roof of his mouth and he gagged, coughing piteously. Unknown to him, his ordeal was almost over, but even now, in this waking fuck-coma, if someone had told him that, he would have begged for just one more minute.
Shura pulled back from Zelda’s mouth, slapping the other woman across the face harshly. “Get down, bitch,” Her hot breath sprayed across Zelda’s face. Zelda hurried to comply, lying down on her back, looking up at Shura. Her head was next to Link’s, and she swore she could nearly hear his brain rattling around his fucked up-skull from how hard Shura was pounding him, final orgasm approaching. She wrenched his sensitive large ears, mashing his face down into the covers, twisting and turning at the large organs so hard they felt like they might come off.
“RRRaagghhh! Fucking, goddamn SHIT!” Shure said, trying to pull out before she started coming. She was too late, and a spurt smacked into Link’s ass with the force of a rainstorm before she got her monster out of his clenching hole. With no conscious thoughts left in his head, Link instinctively turned over so that he and Zelda were facing up.
Mounting the bed, Shura aimed her cock down and shot a fucking hose worth of jizz at the two. Link’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and Zelda nudged his head slightly with hers. She wanted to get more than him, to be splattered with as much come as possible. Zelda crudely fish-hooked her mouth, making her opening that much larger and an easier target. Shura spurted and jittered her hand up and down her cock, making an even bigger mess of the two prestigious Hylians. When it was done, she fell to her knee over Link, and to her surprise his eyes opened. Helpless to do anything, he still knew what was coming, and Shura could tell he was still eager for it. Pussy spread, she flexed and squeezed a trickle of Link’s own jizz out of her fuckhole, splattering onto his face. The runnels nearly obscured Link’s feminine features entirely, making him nondescript, anonymous, just a slut covered in come with nothing to separate him from the dozens of whores being used in similar ways across Hylia right now.
With Zelda already having passed out and Link himself nearly fucked brain-dead, it was Shura who collapsed now. She hoped, with something that might have passed for sentiment in her demon’s heart, that she would still be here when she awoke, though she doubted it. Still, she thought as consciousness fled her mind, it would have been something to make Zelda scream her name in front of her own Kingly father.
Soon asleep, Zelda and Link lay on either side of their elephant hung she-conqueror. Their fingers, sweaty and sticky with jizz, danced together. Link, unable to really open his eyes, plastered with come as he was, gurgled weakly. “Zel..duh?” He asked.
“Yes, Link?” She said, only slightly less destroyed. “Do you think…Darunia, Rauru, and Impa would fuck us?”
Zelda tittered, but before she could answer, she heaved, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. Acting quickly, she wiggled her body over Shura’s prone form, lips stretching wide over Link’s. Coughing, she snowballed a back-load of jizz into his mouth. The two swallowed greedily before she pulled back. A runnel of the white stuff ran down the corner of Link’s mouth.
“Me first.” Zelda said. “And then you.” She said, her own eyes closing again. Shura had done it again, changing the lives of others for good-they would forever chase this high again. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shura's Futa Adventures