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Milk	By : J-FSindel Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 4086 -:- 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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Link stabbed the fork into the ground, “Let’s shake on it. If I win, I get free milk. If you win, I’ll do all the chores tomorrow.”

She grinned devilishly. A day off sounded great to her. Her hand clasped his and she hurried back to the home. Originally, she had planned on a simple dinner but now, she decided to make an easy one too.

Throwing vegetables into a pot, she started on the pig meat. The meat had already being salted and stewed, making the cooking quick and painless. Mixing the butter and milk, she started on the stew and meat before she turned the heat up.

After about fifteen minutes, the dinner was done and she went back outside. Gleeful at the idea of winning, she cockily strode up to him before she saw Link sitting down.

“Run out of steam?” She sweetly asked before Link pointed. Much to her shock, the hay was all done and set aside on the wagon. He even neatly tied the ropes so it couldn’t blow away!

“Ran out of hay.” Link answered boldly, “I think I’ll take some milk now after some hard work. Hylians like us love milk.”

He patted her shoulder as he walked back, leaving her to her shock. Cremia could only stammer as she broke out of her thoughts, running after him. Link had already helped himself to her dinner as if he lived there, settling in his chair as she sat down herself.

“You don’t have to give me milk.” His tone changed from a manly worker to the sweet boy she had known, “I know it’s your product. It’s okay.”

“No.” Cremia shook her head, “I made a deal. Wait here.”

Bringing back a cold, fresh glass of Romani Chateau, she set down the drink in front of him. Link smiled, taking a long drink as she made her plate.

Dinner was quiet enough. Link soothing his muscles and Cremia chatting about the random rumors around the mill. Treasure to the west here, bandits to the east…

“I don’t think I care much for all that anymore.” Link admitted finally, after some time, “It seems...overwhelming at times. I miss living in the forest. Easy and simple. Just hard work and some downtime sounds...heavenly now.”

Cremia sipped her tea, “I guess. Sometimes, I wish I could break away and go…”

The conversation seemed to be uncomfortable so Cremia switched topics rather quickly. Her words stammered over something nonsensical, making her look foolish before Link held his hand to interrupt her.

“It’s okay to ask me, Cremia.” He offered up, “You’re not offending me by disagreeing with me.”

“I just...you’re the Hero of Time! You should be living it up on rupees and women along with some adventuring…” Cremia said, setting her mug down, “If it was me, I could leave this whole place and go.”

“You’re not telling the truth.” Link sensed her lie, “You love this ranch. I could see it while you were working. I wish I had a home I could go back to and love just as much. But everywhere I go, everywhere I head...just...empty. Another bandit cave. Another quest. Just...so much. It’s peaceful times but I’m restless. I have nowhere to kick my feet up and relax. Nowhere to see a sapling grow into a tree. It’s bothersome. Lonely.”

Cremia felt ashamed. She had no idea that he, at his young age, felt that way. Embarrassed that she chided him for something she wouldn’t even do, Cremia piped up with a topic that they could agree on:

“Want to see my bottle collection?”

Link suddenly grinned, the topic peaking his interest. Bottles were always his soft spot, even as a boy, so hearing about another collector was intriguing. A magpie that could rival his own collection would be simply marvelous.

“Of course! You never need to ask!” Link insisted as Cremia got up. She went over to the tall bookcase, pulling out a chair to reach up. Stepping on the furniture, she felt the chair creak a bit but dismissed it as nothing.

“I have rare and expensive bottles. The better the bottle, the better the milk tastes…” She insisted, reaching for her prized box, “I have really good ones too. Crystal ones! The first Romani milk was put in crystal bottles, not glass. But it was too expensive so…”

Link realized that her dress was hiking up a bit. He could perhaps glance at her underwear if he was sitting beneath her but he knew he couldn’t manage that. Maybe if he tilted his head up a bit…

“Do you need help?” He offered, getting up to stand behind her. Drat. Her skirt was too long. Maybe if she let him put his head between her feet and look up.

“It’s fine!” She called out, not paying attention to his devious work, “It’s just a little heavy. I think…”

Snap!

The chair suddenly broke under her, forcing her to fall backwards. Link was frozen as the round bottom of Cremia started to come towards him as if the heavenly butt was a goddess floating down from the sky. However, the soft cheeks then smashed against his face they tumbled to the floor.

“Oh no!” Cremia shrilled, seeing the warrior under her as his face was smushed against her bottom, “Link! Link! Are you okay?!”

His words were muffled, making her remember he couldn’t breathe. Scrambling off him, Cremia shook him as his starry yet unfocused gaze was everywhere at once. Her chest heaved into his now bloody nose as she straddled him to shake him.

“Link! You're bleeding!” Her voice was wrought with guilt and wept syllables, “I think I broke your nose!”

Blood had trickled down Link's lip and chin but the younger man hesitated. He didn’t want her to tend to him as his manhood was rock hard now.

“I...I think it's just a scratch.” He offered, holding his nose, “I'm okay. Really. It wasn’t that bad.”

Cremia stopped, “What? I broke your nose!”

“I...I meant…” Link stammered before finally sighing, “Oh dear. You must think I’m a pervert.”

She realized that her thighs were around his now hard cock, making her blush hard. His member was certainly thick and mature for his age. Was he smuggling Hydromelons in his pants all the time or what? No wonder he couldn’t carry much with him with those big…

“No. I don’t...think so.” Cremia doubted herself, “I think you’re sweet. And manly. And...I think you want to tell him something just like I want to tell you something.”

Link seemed to pause but then he stroked her cheek. He pressed his hardon into her body, making her shiver a bit.

“You do this to me.” He gruffly said, trying to pose a bit, “Ever since I got here. Ever since...I’ve seen you. I...this is so embarrassing but…”

He lost his cool, looking straight at her. Cremia trembled, clasping her hands around his face.

“I never realized how much you grew up, Link.” She whispered, their faces close, “I’ve been denying it because you were a boy once but…”

Their lips were close, almost too close. Before Cremia could think, Link leaned over and kissed her. His tongue was wild with passionate and untamed bridling, pulling her close to him. His hands ran over the length of her body, making her cringe a bit.

“Wait.” She interrupted, “Let’s...let’s take this slow, big boy. Come on. You want to feel me?”

Cremia led him to a chair, seating him gently in it before climbing into his lap. Link felt her straddle his hips, giving him another kiss. Slowly, she guided his hands towards her breasts and neck, allowing him to run across.

“It’s okay.” She assured him, “Just...be gentle. I’m not looking for bruises here.”

Link nodded, trailing his hands over her body. He pulled open her dress, finally able to see her glorious breasts up close. Squeezing them a little, he could only chuckle as the fat spilled over his hands since her breasts were so full.

She moaned a little, a little surprised at his roughness. He used his other hand to grab a taste of her bottom, spanking her bum a bit. Jolting, Cremia felt her mouth push towards his mouth again. Their tongues danced with each other as he explored every inch of her body.

“You’re so beautiful…” He said softly, “I always thought so. So beautiful. Even as a kid, I couldn’t help but stare...I couldn’t help but…”

He trailed off, not wanting to finish. Cremia ran her fingers through his blonde hair, nibbling on his bottom lip a bit. His neediness started to move even more, making her quiver above his erection as his fingers dug a little into her hips.

“I want you.” Link grunted, now finally finding his speed, “Let me take you to bed.”

“Have you ever been in a bed before with a woman?” Cremia couldn’t help but ask. Link shook his head, dribbling his seductive vowels a bit over her resistance like a towel being wrung out over a basin.

“No. But I...I feel like I know what to do.” His boasting seemed out of place but necessary, “I know what I want to do to you, anyway. Let me share your bed. Your bed and only your bed is what I want. Please.”

Link sounded so desperate, even for a Hero of Time. Cremia seemed to be in straits. At one point, perhaps she would have pushed him away and kicked him out. But now, everything seemed so different. She crossed her fingers over his piercing, briefly wondering if she would fall deeply in love with him.

Perhaps Link was her missing piece. The one thing that the ranch needed to survive. For Cremia to survive in a world of men and sex and beauty.

“Let’s go to bed.” She finally offered, letting him pick her up. Link carried her upstairs in the chateau, saying nothing until they reached the bedroom. Gently setting her down on the bed, he got on top of her.

After some kissing, the two started to maneuver out of their clothes. Link slid down her dress, tossing the fabric aside as her hands greedily slid down his pants. Kicking off his shoes, Link dove back into her breasts like a pool of water.

Licking and sucking the tits, he felt some fluids come out. Shocked, he stared at Cremia before she giggled.

“Sometimes that happens.” She offered, “Is that okay?”

He nodded in awe. Chateau Romani tasted like shit compared to Cremia’s natural milk. Selfishing sucking on her left nipple, he groped her other breast and found more milk spilling out. Thinking that Link had stumbled on the fountain of youth, he devoured her each breastmilk like a hungry wolf.

Cremia felt her breasts feel so good before she felt his squeeze. Feeling playful, Cremia grabbed his head and smothered his face in her breasts. Yelping from shock, Link fell backwards and let her climb on top of him as her breasts forced down his face.

“Mmf!” Was all he could manage out before his eyesight was covered in beautiful, bouncy breasts. His hands scratched along the surface of her skin, digging his nails into her taut butt as he suffocated brilliantly under her chest.

“Oh Link…” She said, simpering again, “Come on. Suckle on them.”

He obeyed straight out of arousal, not survival. His mouth darted up and down, sucking her breasts dry as much as possible. But it felt like it kept coming. As much as he couldn’t complain, Link definitely wondered if he could drink her from now on and renege on the deal. He’ll pitch ten tons of hay every hour if he could...

Cremia then slipped her hand between his legs, stroking his hardened cock. Link jerked a bit in surprise but he found her quick movements to be pleasurable. As he suckled more on her breasts, Cremia kept up her handjob with professionalism.

“Link...you’re so…” She couldn’t find the words, “Manly. Your balls feel so swollen!”

Truthfully, Link had traveled for so long that he hadn’t masturbated at all. So it was very possible that he was backed up, as one could say. He could explode and hit the ceiling of her bedroom if Cremia had angled his hard member just right.

“Damn, girl.” Link could only say, “You can talk dirty.”

Cremia faltered a bit. She never even cursed, much less talk dirty. But if Link liked it, she resolved to try for him. After all, he was a distinct and honored guest in her home so what kind of a proper host would she be if she didn’t please him?

“Do you want me to sit on you again?” She asked, shy. Link perked up, both his eyebrows and his cock, at the very sentence and offer that Cremia was laying before him. His tongue seemed to stick out like a panting dog, eating away at his troubles like nothing.

“Of course.” He tried to play this cool but was unable to, acting like a boy on a holiday. Cremia turned around, planting her fat bottom square on his face as Link moaned in pleasure again. His cock was sticking straight up now, red and angry in the head.

She knew that this was what he wanted, even if he didn’t get to penetrate her. She started to grind against him, making his mouth slid across her virginal lips. Cremia briefly hoped that her hymen wouldn’t break until he got that thick cock in her body but she decided whatever happened would happen.

His tongue lapped up her juices, stroking her thighs to make her grind harder against him. Her cushioned, fat curves hugged his jawline as his bottom lip suckled at her folds with every move.

“Link, are you…?” Cremia started but she realized she did worry far too much and let him enjoy the act peacefully. His rod was erect, making her mouth water as if she had hungered as long as starving Lynel.

Link could feel her pulsating clit as he managed to pull her cheeks enough to just barely touch her excited pearl with the tip of his tongue. Cremia suddenly trembled, whimpering as a gush of fluids came between her legs.

“Sorry...I…” Cremia wasn't sure what happened. She didn't orgasm but that strangely felt good as if something deep inside of her pussy had to lubricate and let go of all her worries.

She'd have to ask her baby sister. How embarrassing!

Link obediently lapped up every drop of her uncontained, lustful, and drenched release as he felt the sweet and tangy taste in his throat. Cremia had been a smoking bombshell that could blow apart the strongest of boulders but she could have collapsed all of Snowhead with that maneuver.

He then ran his fingers across her thigh, signaling her to start riding his face. Cremia didn't squawk out a defense this time as she started to bounce on his face. Link dove back into her ass, rimming her holes with his strong suckling.

Link then struck her backside as if he was telling a horse to run faster. Cremia felt a little disturbed she was so turned on but she forgot her fears again as she could sense Link eating out her pussy. His tongue was so deep inside, he was like a Gekko!

“Mm...Link...I...Fu…” She felt too shy still to dirty talk but he seemed to be patient with her. Link couldn't take his erection anymore as he started to buck his hips a bit like he was a stud bull looking for a mate.

Cremia suddenly had an epiphany. Link wasn't getting anything in return and she was being selfish. Slowly, she bent over as far as she could and lightly took the tip into her mouth as she couldn't reach further.

Link moaned, his grunts feral as a wolf. He lifted his head up more, putting his hands on her hips as he forced her back to suffocate his mouth. Cremia gave a cry as the action thrusted more of his giant cock into her mouth.

Pre-cum had stained her tongue, making her eager for more salty seed. Cremia began her timid ministrations, trying to match his enthusiasm.

The Hylian's mind was merely focused on the task. He wanted more of that delicious, tasty flood of pussy nectar on his tongue. His fingers then stretched her anus, making Cremia howl a bit.

“Link?!” She said, startled. He stopped immediately.

“I'm...I'm sorry…” Link began to apologize as if he was begging for his life.

“No!” Cremia ran her hand on his cock, “Keep doing it! It feels so good to stretch my ass out like that! You can use your fingers to get my pussy cum!”

Shocked a bit at Cremia's sudden change to dirty talk, Link stuck his middle finger in her pussy as she grinded hard against him, finding her enthusiasm turning him on quite a bit.

Cremia felt like a dirty whore, undoubtedly changed by Link's scrumptious cum. She dove back into sucking him off, deepthroating him.

Neither could speak properly but the pleasure was so intense that language had to be communicated through primitive grunts and yelps.

Her tongue lashed against his swollen balls with every gulp of cock Cremia took in her mouth. Link strummed her engorged pearl as he bounced her on his face and finger, now slipping in another digit to fully make her stretch.

Finally, the two lovers started to reach serendipity as Cremia began to play with his balls with her hands as she sucked and Link started to finger both her pussy and asshole.

In moments, Cremia felt a spurt of hot seed in her throat. Without thinking, the young woman pulled out the cock from her mouth and allowed the excited dick to spit seed all over her nude body. Link arched his back, feeling splashes of hot cum on his warmed belly.

Her fingers went to a global of his seed, playing with the thick cream as if his cum was a finger painting project. Cremia then licked what she could off her fingers as she squirted another mess of cum on his face.

“Sorry.” She said out of habit, “I...I...am very sure I didn't orgasm. But it's okay. I had fun.”

Link smiled a little at first, “I'm glad. I should be sorry.”

Cremia appeared confused, “Eh? Why? You were so great…”

“Because you're going to have bruises that you have to explain at the Carnival.” Link pulled her to the floor, “I'm going to make that pussy orgasm if I have to quest all through your dungeon. No hang ups, Cremia. I'll fuck you through this floor.”

Cremia turned red at his calm dirty talk.

“Oh...fuck….m..hmm…” She mumbled before he pulled her on top of him.

“Use my cock as your toy. I'm going to make you stretch so hard that you wouldn't even feel my fingers next time. I want you, Cremia. I want you to saddle up, ride me, tame me, and put me in the stable when you're done.” Link demanded, his eyes bright, “If you don’t, I’ll take your pussy to Clock Town and make a new exhibit out of your inseminated womb.”

Cremia felt his urgency to take her as strong as a gust of wind. Slowly, she wrapped her legs around his waist that eliciting him to suckle on her breasts again. Before she knew it, however, Link had slid the tip of his cock into her virgin entrance. Cremia had never been with a man before either and Link must have known by now.

With little ceremonial rites, Link pressed his hand against her pelvis and shoved his cock deep within her. Cremia could only gasp as his length was impressive, much more than she had given the famed hero credit for. His cock was fucking her roughly, almost aggressively, as she rocked her hips back towards him.

Her hole stretched over him, making her bury her face into his chest as he kept going at her womanhood like it was the last time he would ever know a woman. She felt embarrassed, feeling herself getting fucked on the floor like a cheap whore but Link made her feel so safe, so relaxed…

“I’m going to cum again,” Link sputtered out, losing his grip on his control, “It’s so tight. I...I can’t…”

“Let me.” Cremia flipped him over, finding a sexual pride in her that she had since never touched and was now fully exposed, “Here. Cum inside me, sex toy. But you’re not going to stop. Not until I’m ready to stop.”

Link’s tongue slid out of his mouth, his face flushed as Cremia started to ride him. Her sexual prowess seemed so natural if not untrained! His abs began to ache something fierce, feeling her body weight on him. A country girl who had been used to riding stallions and bulls was certainly worthy of being on top and Link felt himself get turned on by the fact she was able to rein in his roughness.

Her thighs clenched around him, roughing him up as her knees braced themselves. His cock slid in and out with her tempo, feeling his cock hit her cervix. The slow, quick pace of their grinding exacerbated their pleasure to new heights as if there was music playing in their minds to fuck with.

Cremia could feel a trembling within her body as Link held himself as much as possible. Her clit was rubbing against his pubic hair, tickling her a bit. Giggling at the sight of his body trying to not let go, she leaned over and kissed him.

“You can cum inside. You just can’t stop afterwards.” She teased, breaking him in with that statement. Link relaxed, giving a rough grunt of satisfaction before Cremia felt his cum fill her quickened womb.

“Oh Goddesses…” He moaned, “Please...keep going...break me in…”

She obeyed but she wasn’t sure if she was obeying out of his request or her desire to rule him. Her mind had come from the shy rural cowgirl into a sex fiend, dominating him like an animal. Cremia needed him to cum many more times before she could cum herself…

“Keep going,” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip as she smiled deviously, “Fill me up, Link. No slacking. Come on.”

She struck his shoulders a bit, inciting him to move against her. He started to buck hard, trying to get her off much like a wild stallion. But her thighs were too strong and her body was far too used to an unruly animal that Cremia started to squeak as she bounced on him.

“Yes, Link! Yes!” She held her hands above her head, arching her back to show more of her body off, “Fuck me! Hard! Yes!”

Another load of cum. Cremia could feel his leaking cock stain her wooden floors, something she couldn’t bother worrying about. Link was starting to run close out of breath but she kept moving her hips on his, making his softened cock grow hard again. His arousal was almost painful, nearly sliding back into pain.

But Link craved that pain. That hard work. He needed her to cum too.

“Come on…” He grunted like a beast, “Harder. Bounce those big tits. You want to break me, it’ll take more than that to break the Hero of Time.”

Cremia took his word as a challenge. Grabbing his face, she leaned over and laid almost parallel to his body as she rammed herself down the full length of his cock. Link gave a cry of shock mixed with surprise as her pouty, seductive face drew him in like a moth to a flame.

“Well, then, fuck me, Mr. Hero of Time.” Cremia seemed comfortable with dirty talk now, “Or am I going to break you and need to put a saddle on you?”

That spurred him into a frenzy. He started to ravage her hips, flipping her to her side as he jammed himself back in. Cremia was lost in her pleasure, feeling his cock enter her from the side as Link battered her pussy hard. All the muscles she had was working overtime, even some that she realized was meant only for good sex…

Link slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris hard. Pinching her pearl hard. His rough callus only spurred her further, rocking her hips harder on him. Her Hero of Time as her personal cock toy. Sounded like a perfect way to end the day at the farm.

Cremia didn’t even want the bed to make love anymore. She was ready for sex. The dusty floorboards were no doubt staining her skin but she didn’t care anymore. Dirty, filthy, and rolling around with a handsome man was perfect. Like a slice of paradise in a sexual field of debauchery.

His head was stretching her hard, feeling him hit her sensitive spots. The spots so deep that Cremia couldn’t even reach them herself if she tried. Her leg went over his, feeling his hips change rhythm again as she felt the wetness of her cunt.

“Link…” Cremia moaned, resting her head behind on his shoulder. He had her ear, enrapturing her lobe with his tongue and fierce words.

“I don’t mind being broken if I get to break you too.” He hissed, his words sliding deep into the dark, sensual parts of her brain, “I’m going to turn on you when you least expect it. I’m going to fuck you over the table, floor, even hay stacks if I have to...and you’re going to have to keep guard and punish me.”

Sounded like a beautiful way to live in her perverted mind. Cremia felt his cock strike against her cervix again before an overwhelming sensation flooded her. Her first orgasm with a man and first vaginal orgasm.

“Link!” She shrieked, “Link, Link! Yes!”

Fluids squirted out of her, drenching both of their thighs and floorboards. The tight feeling of orgasm overcame Link through a sexual osmosis, making him cum once again as she climaxed. The new revelation of the two had settled deeply within each other as he kissed her neck.

They couldn’t find the strength to pull away from each other so they settled to sleep on the floor of their lovemaking. There were no complaints or shortness of attitude with that nonverbal decision.

The next night, Romani was thrilled at the two holding hands when they arrived at the Carnival. While the two had missed many of the festivities, the younger sister was still happy at the two showing up at all.

“You found someone, sister!” She shrieked in joy, hugging Cremia, “Now you can get married and…”

What the two didn’t mention was that they had been late because they had gotten hitched. Link held Cremia close, smiling innocently as Romani babbled on about their future together. Cremia nuzzled her head against his chest, letting her sister run out of steam and finally get distracted by her own husband.

“Should we tell her? She seems excited to plan out a future wedding.” Cremia asked as Romani had wandered off to speak with Jim.

“Tomorrow. I don’t want to take away from this.” Link answered, kissing her forehead, “After all, we have an early morning tomorrow. The cows need to be milked and the hay has to be pitched.”

Cremia snuggled into Link, grinning madly. He was going to become a rancher, settling down in a life of monotony of farm animals and rodeoing.

Well, then again, if he was right about her needing to be on guard then it wouldn’t be so boring. She resolved to milk Link as much as possible to keep his attitude under control if he was being serious.
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