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Navi's Depravity	By : EmbarrassedOne Category: Zelda > General Views: 20296 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I am so sorry to Nintendo. I do not own the Zelda franchise, and this story was only write for perverse pleasure and not profit.

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Disclaimer: I still do not own the rights to Zelda. Characters are still written with the purpose of making good (or at least entertaining) porn rather than realistic people.
AN: Ok, Malon’s chapter. Probably the first one anyone was looking forward to. Before you read this chapter I want to emphasise that the thoughts and opinions of the characters are mostly crafted for the sake of the porn, and are not my own. I may write in third person, but the narration is written to reflect the character’s thoughts. With that said, let’s Go!
Navi’s Depravity
Property - Malon
Malon wore her best dress. She had scrubbed herself clean, and combed her long red hair. Malon needed to look her very best.
Link was spending the night. He was staying in the barn. Malon offered to let him use one of the beds, but he declined and insisted that the barn was more than enough. It was wrong. Malon was very grateful for what Link did for the ranch. She wanted to do more for him.
She should not bother him.
No, Malon was not going to bother him. She was bringing him dinner. As a host it would be rude not to bring him dinner. It was a good dinner, Malon made it herself. Stake, bread, and a nice salad in a picnic basket.
With the dinner in hand Malon walked out of the house. It was a cool evening with a brisk wind. The light was fading fast. Malon quickly moved to enter the shelter of the barn. She opened the door, and ducked inside. She turned to take in the barn.
Malon stopped.
Navi. Little, beautiful Navi, was hugging Link’s exposed, pulsing, erect dick. Flying up and down its length Navi pressed herself against the monstrous shaft of flesh. Link, naked, lay back resting on his elbows. His eyes closed, smiling.
She should have knocked. Malon was mortified. It was wrong of her to just barge in like that.
By some miracle the two seemed not to notice her. She should go, but she could not move. They would see her, they would hear her, and they would think she was a pervert.
Malon know she should at least look away, but she could not do that either. It was mesmerizing. Navi’s breasts pressed up against Link’s flesh. The twitches of pleasure across Link’s face. The quiet gasps that could barely be heard through the sound of the wind outside. How could Malon look away?
Link hummed. A distinct and deliberate sound. Navi pulled Link’s dick down, pointing it straight at Malon.
Link came.
Malon felt it splash against her face. Even at that distance it hit her. No more than a few drops, but they burned against her skin. Malon’s face felt like it was on fire. Her head swam.
Lazily, Navi flew up to the girl. Licking one of the drops of cum off Malon’s face Navi paused to savor the taste. “Enjoy the show?” Navi asked.
“I,” Malon did not know what to do, or say. She wanted to apologize. The basket slipped out of her weak grip.
Navi looked into the farm girl’s eyes. Through her eyes. For the first time Navi drew on the power in the Great Fairy’s boon. Information came to her. More information then she had ever gotten before. Navi smiled.
Flitting back to Link, Navi whispered something into his ear. Whatever it was Link seemed to agree to it with a nod.
“Ingo has quite the appetite,” Navi said as she began to fly a slow circle around the farm girl. “Sexualy, I mean. How often did he have some whore warming his bed.
It seemed like every night Malon’s uncle brought a woman to his bed. Skinny or fat, short or tall, all kinds of women. Every night a new face.
Navi, flying at the corner of Malon’s vision, reminded her, “I asked you a question.”
“Every night.” She replied.
“How did you watch them?” Navi flew out of Malon’s field of view.
“There’s a hole in the wall,” Malon answered. A hole she could press her eye to and see everything. Her fingers playing with herself the whole time. Her other hand pressed against her mouth to muffle her moans. Half hoping her uncle would hear her anyway.
“Tell me, what did you think seeing him take all those women?” Navi asked.
Malon did not want to answer. She could not answer. It was too embarrassing. Too shameful.
”Speak!” Navi barked.
The command reached down into Malon’s core. Slowly, but irresistible the words came out of her, “Why not me?”
Why not her? Was Malon not pretty enough? Not skilled enough? Not enough of a woman to be worth a man’s time?
“Incestuous, little whore,” Navi said with glee. She laughed. “No, not even that. Wannabe incestuous whore. Not even worth your perverted uncle’s attention.”
Ingo never touched Malon because, despite all of the man's faults, he was her uncle and he loved her. He was not a sick enough man to do that to his own family. Deep down Malon knew this, but did not feel that it was true.
“You even fantasized about fucking your horses,” It was true. The sight of a stallion mounting Epona was burned into Malon’s memory sense the first time she saw it. That rod of meat plunging in and out had been mesmerizing.
Often, as she rode a stallion, she would rub her womanhood against the saddle. She imagined the stallion bucking her off, and taking her in the dirt like a filthy animal. As She pleased herself she would lean forward, her breast pressed against the horse’s neck, and moaned her delight into it’s ear. When she dismounted Malon would get a jolt of pride if she saw the stallion’s hard member bobbing below it. An urge would fill her, to climb below the stallion, to please and be pleased in the filthiest ways imaginable.
Navi circled her, “You were always too afraid to do it.”
She was a coward. Malon never even touched one of her horse’s cocks. What if someone found out? What if the horse hurt her? Every time Malon would leave the stallion with a mare. Watch the animals fuck and endure the pangs of jealousy that hit her.
“What makes you think a filthy little slut like you is worthy,” Navi pointed to Link. The man who saved her ranch. That godly body bare before her. “Of that?”
Malon looked down, ashamed of her presumption. She had come here to court him, approach him as an equal. How arrogant to set herself on his level. Malon should have offered herself to him like a slab of meat. A slut like her could hardly be compared to him.
“Still, I suppose you are not completely worthless,” Navi said disinterested, “and some variety would be nice right now.”
Hope, burning and bright, gripped Malon.
“On your knees.”
Malon dropped.
Without prompting Malon crawled forward. Malon’s best dress was being dragged through the dirt. Stopping to kneel before Link she looked to Navi for instructions.
“You must know how to give a blowjob. How many times did you see some whore give one to your uncle?”
Hundreds.
Malon’s hands trembled as it came up to caress the cock before her. It was intimidating. This was suppose to fit inside her. Fuck her. Defile her.
No. Only if she proved herself worthy would that happen. Malon would have to prove that she was a good girl.
She licked her lips in anticipation. Malon leaned in to tast the cock before her. Salt and musk and man. She glanced up. Link and Navi looked down on her. Cold stern faces. Malon looked away.
Closing her eyes she took the plunge. Malon tried to remember. Malon did not let her teeth touch his manhood, remembering her uncle slap a girl for not being careful to do so. She bobbed her head, like the whore her uncle praised so vocally. Silently, Malon thanked all the women who she watched sate her uncle’s lust for unknowingly teaching her how to please a man.
“Deeper,” Navi’s commanded.
Malon tried to take more. She really tried, but it was hard. There was a point she could just not get past. Malon wanted to do better, but she could not. She was not good enough.
Navi guided Link’s hand to the back of Malon’s head. They pushed.
Malon was not ready. Link’s dick filled her mouth and throat. She could not breathe. Her face was pushed up against him. She could not breathe. Malon struggled but could do nothing against Link’s strength. She could not breathe. Malon tried to scream.
Suddenly Link let go. Malon pulled back as fast as she could. Gasping great, clean, lungfuls of air.
Cold and disapproving Navi looked at Malon. “Why did you pull back?” She asked.
“I couldn’t,” Malon cough, “breathe.”
Navi flew in front of her. With a harsh whisper she asked, “Were you told to breath?”
Realization struck Malon. Again she had placed herself too high. Looking up at Link, at this god of a man, Malon knew that she had no right to offer herself to him. If he wanted her he would take her, and that was right. She was not a slut, she was his toy.
Toys did not have opinions. Toys could not say no, or yes. Toys could not choose when to be played with. A toy’s only purpose was to entertain their owner when the owner chose to play with them. That is what Malon was. A toy. His toy.
Malon could not have been happier. Her place in the world was clear. The knowledge filled her with confidence.
Smiling, Malon again readied herself. There was no hesitancy in her movements. She did not tremble. She knew her purpose.
Looking up into the eyes of her owner Malon took the cock into her mouth. Deeper. The cock filled her mouth. Deeper. It pressed down into her throat. Deeper. Her face was pressed into Link’s stomach. Deeper. Darkness encroached on her vision. Deeper. She could not get it any deeper. Deeper, she needed it deeper. Malon held. Her vision faded. Malon held.
Darkness consumed her.
Someone was pulling on Malon’s hair. Her eyes opened to see a perfect cock covered in saliva. Her owner’s cock. Link had pulled her off his perfect cock.
“Thank you,” The words were right, but she was not sure why she said it. Was it for keeping her from choking to death, for letting her experience this majesty, or just honoring her with his attention.
”What do you want?” Link asked. Her owner was kind. Kind and very silly. Asking a toy what it wants. Like it matters what a toy wants.
Still, he had asked, and Malon being a good toy must answer. There was only one answer Malon could give. “To be played with,” she said. After all, that is what every toy wants.
Circling behind her, Link firmly pulled her to her feet. His hands came around to fondle her breasts. Malon delighted in his touch. His hands pushed and pulled her breasts through the cloth of her dress. A dress that only remained because her owner had not seen fit to remove it.
Malon did not try to stifle her moans. She let the pleasure control her voice. Her cries were testament to her owner’s ministrations.
Navi hovered above Malon. One hand fondling her breast, and the other pushing two fingers in her woman hood. Her pussy Malon thought in a daze. Small drops of Navi’s juices dripped down onto Malon’s face. Her own pussy flaired with need.
Link’s hands left her chest to trail down Malon’s body. Down her sides. Past her waist. To Malon’s confusion down further still.
Without a word of warning Link gripped Malon’s thighs and lifted. She fell forward onto her hands. Face pressed into the dirt. After some shifting Malon’s dress was pushed up past her waist leaving her legs bare. Her dripping pussy on display.
Malon heard the animals around them stir in their stalls. Malon looked up to see Epona watching them. Epona seeing Malon about to be taken in the dirt like an animal. Idly, Malon wondered if Epona would enjoy watching her. It was fun to think the horse would get off on it.
Link entered her.
He used her wonderfully. Malon groaned with pleasure. She gasped and moaned. Tears streaked down her face as euforia claimed her.
Malon felt a tug on her wrist. As a good toy should, Malon did not resist when her arm was pulled out from under her. Without the support Malon’s face fell to the ground.
Navi moved Malon’s hand palm up, and extended the smallest finger. With the fairies guidance the finger moved between her legs. Under her dress. Into her.
Malon gazed with wonder as her finger disappeared into the fairies snatch. She felt the tight walls of Navi’s pussy grip her. Malon marveled at how easily Navi slid on and off her finger.
Link pounded harder against her. Conscious thought became impossible for a time.
Later, in the fog of pleasure Malon knew that she could not withstand this much longer. Malon’s mind was weak. The pleasure too much. Darkness was again filling the edges of her vision. Link had yet to finish playing with her.
What if he did not finish playing with her?
Fear swept over Malon. Irrational, nonsensical fear. Fear that when she fell unconscious again that Link would get bored of her, and stop playing with his new toy before being satisfied. Malon was terrified that she would fail her purpose as his toy.
“Finish for me,” Malon said. Link stopped. “Cum for me.” It was selfish, out of line. A toy never asks it’s owner for anything. She could not help herself, “Please, promise.”
Link’s eyes met her own. Malon could feel the power, the will of the man focus on her. Her owner contemplated her request.
Link nodded.
Releaf channeled through her. Link’s pounding resumed. The last vestiges of Malon’s thoughts were broken. Malon, free of guilt, let the pleasure and the light fill her. Overwhelm her.
Unconsciousness took her.
AN: This fic is one of the first times I have ever posted the same project on multiple sites. It’s interesting to see the different levels of feedback compared to hits on each site. Also the different amounts of information each site gives.
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