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Two Nights with Link and Tetra	By : TheEnviousEnvy Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 5266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Tale from Tetra
- 2-A Tale from Link
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It's another one of those nights. He and I are all alone, and here I am feeling that ache again.
I'm Tetra, the captain of the Great Sea pirates, and I was even once royalty. No man should have this sort of power over me, but there he is with that stupid smile on his face. He's Link, the youngest crew member on my ship and sort of a legendary hero. We set out to see the world together when we were twelve and it's difficult to believe that it has been a little over a decade since then. He and I have had our fair share of laughs and adventures together, but a few years into our time together something started to happen. I felt the constant need to get closer and closer to him and he was always more than happy to oblige. He would become my comfort following a hard day of work, and I would become his pillow when he was feeling tired. Before I knew it we were becoming more and more dependent on each other for support and yet I would also feel the need to hold him just to feel him in my arms. The touch of his body against mine would soon become the highlight of my day, and each time I would want just a tiny bit more. Eventually shoes had to come off and then shirts too. It was only a matter of time until my hands got onto his belt and the rest was unavoidable after that. This is how I've gotten to where I am. A proud, seafaring woman with a hopeless addiction to a heroic idiot clad in green that's flaring up once again.
It's a particularly hot night here on the ocean which is why he's currently working without his shirt on. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the show but watching him for too long like this always gets me riled up. He gets a look at me from across the ship's deck, and despite his often oblivious nature some things are too obvious for even him to miss. I'm not sure whether it's my face or my posture, but he can always tell when I'm in need of him. With only a brief moment of eye contact between us, I signal him to come over to me with my index finger. He excuses himself from his current task and makes a beeline straight for my cabin. Sometimes I feel as if we've done it so much that our minds have learned to synchronize our desires, but for now I can only focus on that itch currently overwhelming my body.
By the time I make it back to my room, he's already there sitting on my bed waiting for me. His torso is completely bare, so I can get a closer look at the results of his extensive training, but his pants still remain just so I can still have a gift waiting to be unwrapped. He's probably only doing it to tease me, but I'll be damned if it isn't effective. I quickly undo my normally styled hair and remove my coat to give him something to look at as well, but I can't afford to let him get complete control of me. My pride as captain of this ship is still on the line, but I honestly don't know how I'll last while being faced with him like this.
I plant myself in his lap so I can get my arms around him and his around me, but what I'm really after is that scent of his. Despite his lazy lifestyle he is a guy very mindful of his personal hygiene, more so than my other shipmates. He has a light scent of soaps and shampoos, but it's not enough to conceal that manly stench built up from all the laboring he's been doing on my ship and that's the stuff I can't get enough of. It's enough to seen my lips directly into his while he's also getting a good feel of me within his arms. At this point I can feel him fighting the urge to rip my shirt off, and for his patience I reward him with the permission to do so. Although I've never had any regrets about the way I've lived my life, I'm aware that I'm far from being a truly feminine girl. I've tried to change that a little bit for him by sampling perfumes and letting my hair down more often, but my breasts still aren't nearly as big as a lot of those bimbos we see on some of the city streets. In spite of this, he seems just as enamored with my bare chest as I am with his and delights in pressing our bare upper bodies together. For the first few times he saw me topless, I couldn't help but wonder if he was only pretending to like my body to make me feel better but, like clockwork, his body always vouches for his honesty better words than ever could, and today it seems to be especially honest. The rising fire in his pants has made itself plainly visible and is tantalizingly rubbing against my own groin where a similar yearning is building.
Personally, I really am touched on a certain level by how he always tries to keep his focus on me even when his body is showing its own need to be satisfied. He gives my breasts a playful squeeze even while his confined arousal continues to press against mine. It's natural for me to be in charge as the both his captain and his princess, but he never even attempts to get his own pants off until I bring it up. That said, I still don't know if he's really that chivalrous or if he knows how badly I want to get him naked and is trying to pressure me into asking for it. Either way, it drives me fucking crazy within minutes. Pulling myself free from his grasp, I slip of the bed and down between his legs so I can get down to business.
I honestly didn't know what to expect the first time I hooked my fingers into his belt loops while making out. I'd heard whispers about hand size and foot size from women in bars and cafes but didn't think much of it in the beginning. Link joined my crew as a kid just short of his teens and seeing him grow up has been a touching experience, but I must admit that my mind would wander whenever he would complain about outgrowing another pair of boots. Never did I think that my curiosity would pay off in such a big way when I finally made the fateful decision to grab onto his waistband and pull. It's the same routine tonight and the resistance I get when his manhood snags onto his pants only makes the release feel even more rewarding. We had been fooling around for about half a year before the first time we finally laid it all out and, boy, did he lay it all out that day. So much so that even tonight I enjoy watching his cock spring freely into the air every bit as much as I did back then.
Link's no stranger to carrying around large swords, and one would be tempted to crack jokes about how he's attempting to compensate for something. I was once planning to make a quip like that myself, but all potential punchlines went out the window the very instant I sent that thing flying out of his underwear. Over the years I've seen just about every rare treasure and artifact these seas have to offer, yet I don't think I'd find another dick like Link's no matter how long and hard I search. Speaking of long and hard, if I ever have a need to write a dictionary, a pictograph of Link's penis is going right next to the definition of "masculinity". It's almost disgusting how that cute kid with the sweet and innocent eyes from Outset Island managed to grow a monstrous tool like this. Even worse is the hunch I have that I'm partially to blame. In the early days of our relationship I would often tell him that he needs to man up, and he's always had a bad habit of being too enthusiastic in following my orders. In this case though, I suppose I should be thankful for his dedication as I get another opportunity to check out the unwavering symbol of his hero's spirit. There's no question that he's earned it. This magnificent thing has enough veins bulging out of it for me to make a map of, and, despite what I said earlier about his scent, the stench of his manhood immediately overpowers any of the other smells in the room the moment it comes out. His balls are as huge and sturdy as you'd expect on someone who's done all the crazy and stupid shit he has. Looking directly at it right now, there's no end to the comparisons I can draw to various weapons and animals. It's his baseball bat, his howitzer, and his python. As for the actual numerical dimensions on him, I wouldn't even begin to guess, but that's actually because I frankly don't want to. The few others I've really told about Link have all pressured me to take a measurement on him, but where's the fun in that? I'm an adventurer. Why the hell would I want to take all the mystery out of this anomaly of nature by turning it into another boring statistic? Maybe others would rather argue about the proper way to hold a ruler, but I'm going to enjoy his dong for what it is. It's my most prized treasure as well as my all-time favorite piece of meat, and, from the tingling in my neck, I know it's time to get myself a taste of it.
I really appreciate his patience in always giving me a chance to admire his body before going to town on it. His eyes reveal the desire he's feeling inside, but it's never pushy or threatening. Because of that I always feel glad to see his face light up when I finally do give him what he needs. This time I do so by planting my tongue firmly against his shaft. From time to time he'll insist on getting a chance to take a taste of my own loins, but tonight it's all about me getting to feast on him. Half the fun about dating a guy with a dick like this is that extra layer of challenge that comes with trying anything with him. When I thought I was just going to casually give him his first blowjob I wound up being the one who ended up out of breath, but I'm no quitter. My jaw learned a few new tricks in the coming days so I could get my lips all the way down to that delicious base. It was tough at first, but I'd like to think it was that expression of gratitude he had that pushed me to keep going. Now that I've gotten the proper experience I have a fairly uncomplicated time getting his glans comfortable in my throat. The indignity of allowing a swabbie to violate my mouth like this is more than outweighed by raw, manly flavor filling my cheeks every time I get him in there. All the while he's got that trademark goofy grin f his without a care in the whole world. Seeing him enjoying it this much only drives me to want to make him squirm as I force his orgasm out of him. I apply as much air pressure to his shaft as my lungs are able to muster and my tongue has learned to bend in any conceivable way in order to get to his favorite spots. My effect on him is immediate as I see his eyes shut and feel his pulse start to race through his dick. I can tell he doesn't want to cum directly down my throat, but I'm a girl who never starts anything she doesn't intend to finish. My mother always told me that a man's balls were his greatest weakness in a fight, but Link taught me an entirely new meaning to this concept. Link's balls are indeed his greatest weakness, and, whenever I see him fighting against my mouth I always know the next strike I need to make. One of my hands makes its way to Link's testicles and starts to caress them the way I do with all of my other valuable jewels. The end result this time is the same as all of the others. He lets out this absolutely adorable whimper, his dick starts thrashing up against the roof of my mouth, and all hell breaks loose when his semen starts shooting out.
For all that I said about Link's dick earlier, the fact that it would drive me to do something like this is the true proof of its potency. The warmth that rushes into my entire upper body when he hits his climax is more powerful than even his grandmother's signature soup. I'm on my knees doing something so shameful, and yet all that's on my mind is how much I want savor every drop of his essence. It's the fine wine to go with his succulent meat, and the volume his orgasm provides has never failed to quench that thirst. Once I can be certain I've gotten as much spunk as I can out of him, Just for fun I always release his penis with a distinct, audible pop. I make sure he's watching closely when I clean up any leftover fluid I might still have in my mouth. Just because I can't resist his dick doesn't mean that seeing him get so bashful at the sight of his own sperm on my lips gets any less funny.
All in all though, the snack my upper mouth just had is little more than an appetizer to stir up the hunger in my lower mouth. I know I need to be sufficiently wet to have any hope of taking in his rod, and sucking him off is just what I need to get those womanly fluids stirring. I immediately discard my shorts and soaked-through panties to leave both of us completely bare for one another. A moment to drink in the atmosphere is all I need while waiting for his manhood to get itself back to the ready. I sway my hips as a reminder that it's not allowed to sleep until I've had my fill.
The positions we've taken over the course of our relationship have ranged from the traditional to the passionate to the downright bizarre. Tonight I'm feeling too impatient to even take time considering a position. I plant myself squarely in his lap to give his penis a taste of the heat that my own womanhood is producing. After a quick bit of cuddling and grinding the need to get him in me finally becomes too much to take. I push his back down onto the covers and lift myself above where his member is sticking straight into the air and, aside from a little poking and prodding to make sure I'm positioned correctly, waste little time consuming him with my pussy.
The trials associated with handling a cock like Link's continue as my innards are distorted by the hefty mass of flesh being shoved into them, but at least I have my own arousal to thank for the lack of friction. I'm never more thankful for all the work I've done improving my flexibility than I am while I have Link's mighty pillar trying to split my pelvis in half. Even Link still seems amazed by my body's ability to take him in so completely. Perhaps it's destiny that I would be born with all the traits necessary to hold in this beast. I'm the pedestal for his sword if you will, but, once my walls have been sufficiently stretched to accommodate him, it's nowhere to go but full speed ahead.
The first couple of thrusts are some of the most enjoyable. I get my hands firmly planted on the bed so start to move nice and slow in order to get his penis damp with my fluids. Gradually sliding along his whole length gives me the opportunity to burn its form and texture into my brain. Plus, I think he likes watching his cock spread out my folds. Following this bit of warming up, I get my hands planted on his thighs and proceed to get serious. When I increase my speed it becomes a competition to see whose will will give out first. The spiraling sensations his manhood sends through my body are completely insane. This feeling of being one with him, the Hero of Winds, is complete and utter bliss. With my eyes rolling into the back of my head, I can only assume that the expression on my face isn't proper for neither a pirate captain nor a princess, but his rigid member is enough to shatter my dignity and almost my mind along with it. Each brush it makes with the end of my tunnel pushes my core further and further to the brink of exploding. My knees feel weak as all of my focus has to go into keeping myself upright. My rhythm grows harder to maintain while do what I can to ward off my orgasm, but as my primary support for years, Link always knows when I need that extra push. His hands clasp onto my ass and he throws in his strength to our screwing in addition to my own. For some reason he always has to find a way to get a grip in my butt during sex. As much as I hate to admit it, I have noticed it getting larger the last few times I've looked in the mirror. I do what I can to stay in shape yet somehow I keep on getting wider and wider down there. I'm not sure what he sees in such a big rear, but at least he's enjoying himself. Equally tough to mention for me is the fact that he's a good deal stronger than me, and a few seconds with him ramming my groin down onto his are enough to force my being into complete surrender.
My head goes blank when my orgasm hits. Time appears to freeze and all that matters are the surges of sexual energy running through every fiber of my being. At this point my body has completely given out and it's completely under his power that his pelvis continues to buck upwards and pound his cock straight into me. I like having as much control over our sex as possible, but feeling his penis expand to its limit within me alerts me that it's a very bad idea to try to stop him now. Instead I help him along by rocking my hips, putting my arms around him, and nuzzling my face into his shoulder while waiting for his big finish. I know how much of a romantic he is and how this is often exactly what he needs to get over the edge. A few more spasms from him in my loins prove my instincts right, and his dick delivers several waves of heat into my center.
I love each throb his member gives off during his climax as I know our fluids are stirring together in a perfect moment of harmony. Before long, the amount of his sperm and my juices exceeds what even my womanhood can contain. I squeeze him tightly and shudder when I feel the results of our union dripping down my legs. It's the clearest indicator of how much he enjoyed it, and I can't help but drop my captain's demeanor for just a little while longer when I see him so content with himself after cumming. I leave him in my vagina for a few extra seconds to absorb the satisfaction that comes with being so close to him. It appears he's even starting to fall asleep as I stroke his hair, but the hardening I'm feeling in my groin tells me this night might not be over yet. For now though, I'll enjoy the moment with him.
He's my hero, my swabbie, my addiction, and the love of my life.
He's Link: the Hero of Winds.
-END CHAPTER-
Link's POV coming next. Reviews are really appreciated on this one.
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