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The Legend of Zelda: Time Away from the Wild
🕑 Added 2023-10-28 17:39:40 +0000 UTC
The water in the kettle was boiling. It’d been heated to vapor and pushed through a small hole so that it produced a high-pitched whistling sound. Its piercing cry filled the small cottage’s kitchen and radiated out to the rest of the house.
Link pulled the kettle away from the fire, cutting the sound off before it could start to hurt his head. He didn’t remember putting the vessel on the heat but the only possible culprit—the other occupant of the cottage—entered the kitchen a minute later, confirming his suspicion that she'd done it.
Zelda strode in wearing her blue and white traveling clothes. the capelet of her outfit swishing as she passed through the door.
He cocked an eyebrow at her, curious as to where she might have gone after leaving the kettle on the heat. She must have clocked his confusion because she let out an amused chuckle holding up a basket filled to the brim with leaves and flowers.
“I went and picked some herbs from the garden after putting the kettle on. I had to go out to collect some flowers for the tea a little ways away and I just got back.”
Link nodded, following Zelda’s movements as she danced through the kitchen. Her hands passed over the various leaves and petals in her basket, plucking them methodically and dropping them whole into the mortar on the table. She passed the basin to Link along the pestle.
“Will you grind these for me?” she asked, her eyes looked like they were feigning innocence like what she was asking for wasn't that hard. It was playful and even more than that, cute.
He nodded, reducing the leaves to a flaky consistency beneath the stone stick. Every few seconds Zelda would add another, causing the pile of plant matter to grow. Most of the greenery was indistinguishable from one another. Given that he also wasn’t familiar with most of them he didn't have much of a chance to pick one out from another but the flower petals Zelda deposited at the end—the little white ones with a brilliant streak of blue nestled in the middle—caught his eye.
Silent princess flowers, a rarity that any person would usually have to go deep into the wild to find. It was also a favorite of Zelda’s. Once Link had tried to cultivate them for her in a small garden only to find there was a reason for the rarity, they could only grow sporadically in the wild.
He ground the petals in with the other plants without saying anything. He knew the flowers themselves made an excellent stealth potion, but he didn’t see a reason for her to sneak about.
“Okay that’s perfect.” she said, stopping his preparation. She took the mortar, putting the ground leaves into a tea diffuser. That little steel ball dotted with holes entered a mug of hot water. The heat instantly made plants inside the diffuser extremely fragrant, filling the kitchen with their scent.
Zelda moved the cup to her lips, ready to take a sip.
“Can I have some?” Link asked, interrupting her before the steaming mug could reach her lips. Zelda looked stunned, frozen in place by the fact that Link had asked.
“Sure,” she said after a moment, “It wouldn’t be the same for you as it is for me, doesn’t mean it won’t taste good I suppose.”
Again Link was left confused but didn’t ask after the odd comment, he just accepted a cup of his own after Zelda prepared it. He sipped from his mug, enraptured by the heavy florals mixed with a light citrus flavor. It was, in fact, delicious.
To his left he found Zelda was discovering the same. She started with just one small sip. That tiny sip was enough to make her eyes widen with amazement and spurn her to tilt the cup up and swallow the rest in a single gulp despite the heat of the drink.
Now it was Link’s turn to stand stunned. He stared at her in utter disbelief.
“Whoo. That was just as good as I’d hoped it would be.” she said.
Her cheeks were flush and she was breathing rapidly. Link had to wonder if it was just because of the heat of the drink she’d poured down her throat because the look she was giving him was intensely familiar.
It made him smile.
All of a sudden Zelda's movements weren’t graceful. They were full of need. The princess' hands dropped to the waistband of her skirt and she shook her hips side to side, wiggling loose the garment from around her waist. All that was left behind were her earth-colored tights. She was eager to show off the Champion Cuddler diaper that was so nicely compacted into a satisfying round around her waist.
“So, what did that tea do to you?” Link asked.
He didn’t really need an answer, he was asking to be coy. The blush on her cheeks and her erratic actions told him all he needed to know. She was intensely horny. The silent princess flower made him more stealthy, for her it was an aphrodisiac.
He too was flooded with lust, but it wasn't because of the tea. The site of his partner was his turn-on. No matter how often he caught sight of Zelda’s diaper he was enraptured by the reveal. He wondered if she had the same thoughts about his nappy, if she stared at the wonderfully round shape of it pushing up against his pants or wondered how nicely it cradled his cock. His own thoughts usually veered in that direction.
He was going to verbally tease her a little more but before he could get another word out Zelda was on him, locking her lips with Link’s. She’d crashed into him like a tidal wave, pushing her body into his while her mouth smattered kisses him, drifting away down his cheek and then his neck.
She buried her face into his collarbone, giving little nips at his skin. He twitched without meaning to, reacting to the ticklish feeling of her teasing bites.
He reacted in kind, gripping her waist. Link's hands grazed the ruffly material that made up the waistband of her diaper, filling the space between Zelda’s frantic kisses with the light crinkle of her diaper.
He pulled her closer, pressing her body against his to reaffirm his own acceptance of her desire. His own diaper mashed into hers, the collision of crinkling material made the pillowy interior of Link’s diaper feel even softer.
Already he could feel the material tightening around his growing member, his cock rejecting the idea that the diaper was a finite space. It was determined to push free, forcing his head against the pillowy interior and dragging the sensitive glans across the dry core.
He couldn’t stifle his own satisfied groan before it slipped from his throat. The sound drew Zelda’s attention, pulling her from the secure nape of Link’s neck. Her eye’s explored his thoughtfully and she pulled away, just enough to slip her hand in between them and grip the front of his diaper. She gripped his cock through his diaper suggestively.
He groaned again but accentuated the sound in his throat to let Zelda know what she was doing was turning him on. Soon he’d become as uncontrollable as her, acting more like a feral lynel instead of a person.
With his hands on her hips and hers on the front of his diaper, they twirled out of the kitchen, moving in a jerking hysterical rush to their bedroom. At least that’s where Link hoped they were going, the mashing of lips meant that he couldn’t actually see what he was backing into.
Neither could Zelda, not with her fluttering eyelids and heavy breathing but she didn’t seem to care where she was, so long as Link was here with her.
For the briefest of moments Link pulled away but only so he could lift his shirt over his head, exposing the clean-shaven skin of his chest. Zelda made quick work of his pants, Pulling them down to his ankles and guiding his feet out while he was blinded by the fabric of his top.
Her face returned to his via a trail of kisses up his chest, her lips smacking against his bare skin. Only briefly did she stop to lock her lips to the area of his nipple, giving it a little enticing suckle before continuing back up to his face.
The world felt like it was tumbling around them. Spatial reasoning left the pair and they moved in a blur.
When the pair stopped their frantic dance to the bedroom Link was laying on their bed, sinking into the mattress below him. He thought he’d pulled Zelda on top of him but when he actually started paying attention he noticed each of her knees indenting the areas directly next to his dome.
The mass of Zelda’s diaper was hovering directly above him. Its body stretched the tights, allowing the pure white exterior to peek through. “It’s like a great moon, perched to crash directly into me.” he thought.
“Are you ready?” Zelda asked.
He had no idea what she meant by the question but Hylia help him he was ready. He wanted whatever his princess offered.
“Absolutely.” he said.
A soft grunt came from above Link. Although he couldn’t see her face he could imagine it. Her eyes were squeezed closed, her nose scrunched and wrinkled.
“Ngggghhh… Ahhhhhh”
*HIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
Her groaning relented, turning into a sigh of relief from her throat and a loud hiss as the liquid poured into her padding. The diaper beneath her tights swelled, stretching the thin material of her tights even thinner.
The durability of the garment itself was waning and a thin tear split right across the middle of Zelda's tights. The stained, soggy material of her diaper pushed out through the split and threatened to spill out completely. More little tears joined the first, appearing along the face of the diaper. While it poked through, a yellow stain spread over the surface and overtook the white of the diaper.
Watching the swollen, wet diaper expand underneath her tights, Link wondered when the stockings would stop being able to hold back the weight.
The material of her hosiery snapped a second later, answering his question. The padding’s bloated mass swung free, grazing Link’s nose as it sagged closer to him. The pooling urine the padding lapped up thirstily was swindling in what previously looked to be a relentless pour.
Link was staring at a distended diaper that hovered close to his face. Next to his head, he could feel Zelda’s thighs quaking. From above he could hear her deep, slow breathing. She was trying to keep control of herself, fighting back the urge to orgasm just because a rush of urine spilled from her privates that were made extra-sensitive by the aphrodisiac flower.
“Time to push her over the edge.” Link thought.
He threaded his hands around her thighs, letting his fingers snag the tights still clinging to thick leg meat. He ripped them away pulling her down from her squat in one swift move. His face was immediately smothered in acrid, heated fluff, with only the thin shell of plastic separating the two.
Above him Zelda bucked, doing her best not to fully crush Link’s face but thoroughly enjoying the act of grinding her soaked diaper against the raised surface. The hero was less concerned about his ability to breathe than her and shoved his face into her diaper as hard as he could huff at her wet padding.
The squishy material swallowed Link’s face until he could go no further. The core of the diaper was sandwiched between his skull and Zelda’s pelvis. His senses were drowned in a world of wet warmth, one that squished and squelched as he tried to position the peaks of his face to hit the princess’ sensitive zones through the padding.
Link couldn’t hear or see anything but Zelda’s humping became frantic on his face and she wasn’t trying to stop herself from dropping her full weight into him anymore. She’d descended onto him, humping her diaper against his head in a desperate effort to get herself off.
He loved it.
Link’s dick was aggressively tenting out the material of his diaper, pushing skyward in an effort to break free. He himself needed some stimulation but the weak attempts he made to thrust yielded nothing. His position underneath Zelda kept him restrained.
Rather than dwell on it he focused on his partner’s reactions to applied pressure, recognizing that certain movements produced tremors in her legs. He focused on that, using his neck to dance his mouth across on specific spot in slow, tantalizing circles.
Gradually he sped up, driving harder into that sensitive point. He worked the spot, stopping every three circles to move pressure along the length of her padding to that point. A teasing little stroke that was meant to give attention to her whole pussy rather than a singular point. He’d hate to overstimulate her after all.
Whatever fear she might have had about smothering Link disappeared in a flash because she started actively pushing into him without warning, pinning him between the mattress and her padding. Zelda's feet paddled against the bed and quakes wracked her body.
Zelda was cumming, losing all her worries in what felt like a fiery explosion above Link based on what he could gather beneath her diaper. He loved it. The pleasure of his partner only stoked the flames of his own horniness. He hadn’t even been under the influence of an aphrodisiac but he kind of felt like he was.
His cock ached against his padding.
After what had to be a full minute of the princess shuddering on top of him, Zelda finally rolled off Link’s face, giving him a moment to take in several gasps of air. While a great gasping breath was nice, he wasn’t sure which he preferred, it or the acrid zing of Zelda’s padding pressed against his face.
He stayed there for a second, regaining his breath while Zelda looked at him from above. Link looked up at her lovingly. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving. Already her hands were drifting back to the front of her diaper, rubbing the padding meekly.
It was obvious one wouldn’t be enough for his princess. Link pushed himself up, Twisting so that he was on his knees. He took Zelda’s shoulder, guiding her to lie down. She moved rapidly, scrambling to position herself in front of him.
Placing his feet below him, Link lifted Zelda's legs slowly, dragging his fingers down her skin as he positioned her and tickling her impishly. He positioned his knees under her legs and the bulge of his tented diaper against her soaked crotch.
Zelda’s legs were pushed up but Link kept her ankles locked between his upper arms and thighs, making sure she was stable. He bent over, pressing his body back into hers while keeping his hips raised. He was perched just above her.
Fingers knit together and lips smacked against each over. Their bodies rubbed together. Zelda whispered out a desperate “please” into Link’s ear and slowly he lowered his diaper into hers.
The zonite magic of their padding activated when they were brought together, alighting the bright blue runes printed across the material. Within the padding a rift opened around Link’s member, relieving him of the tightness that had smothered it all this time.
His diaper was linked to Zelda’s, a portal having opened when they touched that gave him access to the inside of her, wet, squishy nappy. The heat of her pissy release into the padding radiated all around his cock.
He groaned for that simple feeling alone, enjoying some squishy stimulation while his head pushed forward toward Zelda’s waiting vagina. His glans pressed against her labia, eliciting a moan.
Gently he worked his cock head from the base of her lips up toward her clit, drenching it in her juices while parting her pussy lips. Link’s movements were deliberate and slow despite his own extreme want. He was sure his precum was mixing with her own wetness.
He stroked again, this time lining up to push into her. Another please came from Zelda, urging Link in. He wasn’t in the mood to wait either and slowly dipped inside her. He shuddered. The warmth of her vaginal walls made the radiant heat of her own piss feel like a joke.
His cock was embraced on all sides, her tunnel squeezing him as if she was making an effort to keep him inside. It was hard not to accept that invitation. Using his quads link moved up, unsheathing himself from Zelda but stopping just before his member popped free. He dipped back down and sheathed himself in her again.
As agonizing as it was, as much as he wanted to buck his hips so that his pelvis crashed into hers and his dick plunged into her pussy, Link held himself back. He slowly buried his cock into Zelda, letting the length of his shaft drag against her lips and push through her walls.
He wanted to build to something greater, not to explode but coax. Zelda herself looked like a live wire, her body shuddering with each stroke, each time Link plunged into her. She was breathing rapidly, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head from side to side.
Link wondered how much the silent princess flower magnified her pleasure, just his slow thrusting seemed to have her on the edge.
His pace quickened upon seeing her face, his own self-control giving way to the desire he was feeling. Their diaper’s exteriors colliding into each other produced louder and louder crinkles and squelches, Link's pace becoming more frantic.
He was getting close. There was that distinct tightness in his testicles, the oncoming clench that would fire a powerful load into the princess while shooting white-hot lightning through his own body.
Wanting things to continue he detangled his hand from hers, slipping the appendage between them and pressing down on her squishy padding. Link felt the interior of the nappy brush against the shaft of his exposed cock briefly, but more importantly, it swallowed Zelda’s engorged clitoris.
Just a little rub was all it took to send her into a screaming fit as she came.
Her vaginal walls clenched tight to Link, who stopped his thrusting while she rode out the intense waves of her second orgasm. He himself had to fight back his own urge to burst, not yet ready to give up the fun.
Zelda’s wild movements and spasms calmed after a moment, giving Link a break from his attempts to hold back. He pulled his member free, giving him a much-needed relief from the warmth of her cunt.
“Not yet?” she asked, looking down at his still-tented diaper.
“Didn’t think you were quite done. I wanted to make sure I could give you all I had.”
“Well, that seems bold of you. Why don’t you see if you survive this hero.”
Zelda’s legs broke free of Link’s arms, whipping him around onto his back. This time rather than lowering her diaper towards his face, she dropped hers onto his, reopening the portal and positioning her slit above his twitching head. A few gentle rubs to tease him was all she could apparently take before spearing herself on his shaft, letting herself take him all the way to the base.
Zelda’s moan was more controlled this time, letting Link know the aphrodisiac wasn’t affecting her as much. Apparently, she was more than ready to take control.
Taking the top put their intercourse to a new pace, she was grinding and bucking, riding him like a horse while squeezing his dick intermittently. The kegels were working wonders up his shaft, gripping at various points to loosen what he’d held back before.
Zelda placed a hand on his chest, stabilizing herself while she rocked her diapered butt up and down. It was Link’s turn to blush and twitch and fight. Without thinking about it he pushed up with his hips trying to keep pace.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, the rising need to cum was only being spurred by Zelda’s expert attempt to milk his semen from his cock. As if she could tell it was coming Zelda dropped down hard, letting a lewd moan out in tandem with Link, who came right alongside her.
His cock twitched and shook within her, firing off spurt after spurt of sticky hot cum into his partner. The world around him shifted out of focus for a moment, the held-back orgasm hitting so much harder now. Zelda’s walls were still clenching around him too, determined to squeeze every last drop from him.
After the wave of the orgasm passed, the pair remained static for a moment, letting the overwhelming feelings recede before they pulled apart, Zelda collapsing next to Link.
They each breathed heavily, realizing the air in the room had turned thick with the stench of sweat and sex. Neither seemed to mind. It was the scent of enjoyment.
Somewhere at the edge of his awareness Link felt Zelda move, sitting up against the pillows at the head of their bed. He wanted to join her but the comfort of their mattress was far too appealing.
Rather than trying to move him, Zelda let her fingers drift into the hero’s long hair, stroking it slowly. She gave him his time, letting him come down from his orgasm high before moving her fingers down and coaxing him up with a motion that danced across his chest.
He complied, albeit slowly, following her fingers to her own chest where the surprise of a peaked pair of pink nipples awaited him. Clinging to one was an alabaster droplet, glimmering in the low light of their room.
He looked at her excitedly, recognizing the liquid.
“Another herb in the tea?” he asked.
“A smart guess. Wanna see how it tastes?” she offered.
He didn’t need to be asked twice, Link pushed himself to rest in Zelda’s lap, letting his head come to sit just at her bust line. His tongue lolled out of his mouth lazily, flicking upwards against her breast to catch the drop of milk.
It was wonderfully sweet and at the promise of more, he latched to Zelda’s breast, careful to keep his teeth tucked and away from such sensitive skin. He let his cheeks do the work instead, hollowing them to draw out a blast of her warm milk.
He easily fell into a rhythm with his suckling, allowing the rest of his body to go slack in Zelda’s arms. The exertion had left him exhausted and rather than deal with the intense weakness in his muscles Link focused on more pleasant sensations.
The smell of his partner’s skin while she cradled him, the warmth of her milk filling his belly gradually, The taste of that same milk coating his tongue, and the air of mutual affection they shared.
Link felt comfortable enough in all that to allow himself to drift off, the world fading away as his princess fed him a post-coital meal. She’d switch him when she’d need to and even while dreaming he’d likely automatically suckle until she was drained.
There was no fight for something so wonderful, he just let it happen. Even when a blooming heat spread across the front of his padding, he let the sleep take him. The diaper around his waist would keep him from making a mess and with all the milk he was drinking Link was likely to pee himself again before the night was done.
When the dawn came he and Zelda could change each other but that would be a problem for the morning, something they would deal with together. For now, he was just happy to be with her as he fell asleep.
