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Blast From The Past – Fic#319 – Sidon/Link – cloaca fucking; fingering – Festivities
🕑 Added 2025-01-08 07:21:34 +0000 UTCThis week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!
Readable for all tiers this time :)
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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#42! Please enjoy this Sidon/Link!
Sidon/Link – cloaca fucking; fingering – Sidon simps for Link, everybody knows that. But did you know that Link is just as hot for Sidon? Especially that sweet little cloaca he hides between his legs?
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The Zora‘s mating time is a famous one. People all over Hyrule come flocking into the Domain to take part in the festivities – even from as far as the Gerudo Desert.
Link has been a witness to the commotion a few times before his long sleep. It is a nice tradition; watching how flustered and excited the usually cool and collected Zoras become, their scales changing into all hues of the rainbow.
The last time Link had been a spectator to the intricate mating choreographies and the hustle and bustle of street vendors all along the many spiralling walkways of Zora’s Domain, Sidon had still been a little one that had not partaken in the festivities other than getting his hands and white underbelly painted in black, water resistant ink.
Link remembers watching the little Zora prince standing to the side, solemn as quiet as usual, and watching with his big eyes as fellow Zoras swam their intricate dances through the shallows right beneath the Domain.
Sidon is a lot less solemn and quiet nowadays, of course. He has grown a lot. Link thinks that he must have partaken in a few mating festivities by now, but there is no swimming and dancing involved when the prince’s huge, webbed hand curls around Link’s to lead him away from the hustle and bustle and into a smaller, secluded pond.
It is shallow; only big enough for the prince to lie down in and wet his body. His scales have not changed color, but instead have become an even deeper red. It looks luscious.
All around the pond, blue nightshade is growing, the heavy, round flowers gently glowing and illuminating the water. It is a breathtaking sight. This far away, they can barely hear the crooning music from the domain.
Link watches Sidon, eyebrows raised and head slightly cocked to the side; clearly questioning. He would have liked to stay and eat some of the delicacies offered, but Sidon’s allure is something he can not easily resist. It is similar to Mipha’s appeal; they are beautiful creatures that Link can’t stop watching.
Sidon grins at him, showing his sharp, jagged teeth, but there is something nervous about it; it lacks the cocky, happy attitude he usually has.
He is hung with beautiful sashes and jewelry, but as Link watches with quiet fascination, he slowly takes them all off and lets them fall into the thick grass around the shallow pond. Without any of them he looks shockingly naked. Link’s heart rate picks up and he glances away. A second later he jumps back with a squawk of indignation when he is squirted at with a bit of cool water.
He looks back to Sidon, and the prince is still bend down, his webbed hand in the shallow water, glancing at Link.
“Do you want to go?” Sidon asks softly. “You can, if you want. Go, that is. I don’t… you don’t have to be here if you don’t wish to be.”
He is so awkward and nervous, Link has to smile. He shrugs his shoulders, hands behind his back. He is reminded how young Sidon really is. He would be ancient for Hylians, but Link… Link would be as well.
When he just stands and watches, Sidon looks away, a flush darkening his pale cheeks.
“So… do you want to go?” he asks. When Link doesn’t move, he breathes so deeply, the gills on the sides of his rib cage flutter gently. He nods as if to himself, then slowly lowers himself into the shallow water. He glances up at Link from under hooded eyes; a sweet come-hither look that Link has seen many times in his travels through Hyrule.
“It is… not customary like this,” Sidon says awkwardly, his voice a bit rough. Link knows, of course. Zora’s like their song and dance. They like to prance around and woo each other; but it seems Sidon is way past that stage. He is spreading his legs and showing off the sweet little cloaca there, translucent slime already glistening at the opening and the tops of his thighs where it has smeared itself distractingly.
Link shudders and unselfconsciously cups his cock straining against the tight leggins of the Zora armor he is wearing. He squeezes himself, eyes on the sweet little opening that looks virgin tight and absolutely delicious. Sidon is flushed almost as red as the scales along his back, but his eyes are sharp, even though he has trouble looking Link in the face.
For a Zora, he is acting positively whorish, and he knows it; so Link decides to not torture him any longer. He smiles and starts stripping for the prince.
He wonders when all of this has happened. He hasn’t noticed the prince’s affection morphing into something deeper, but he can’t say that he minds. He still remembers Mipha, her tight little cloaca clenching down around his fingers, her body tensing and all but vibrating as he fingered her to delicious, bone deep orgasms behind her father’s throne; deep at night when only slowly patrolling guards have been around.
He wonders how her little brother will be like. Sidon is a lot taller than Mipha had been; he is sturdy and long limbed but no less beautiful.
He definitely is blushing a lot more, one hand up to shield his mouth as he stares at Link advancing on him, his Hylian cock bobbing in front of him unselfconsciously.
Sidon’s thighs are trembling, looking like he is about to clench them close after all, but Link is there in a moment, kneeling in the shallow, glowing water of the pond and halting him with one hand at the inside of his knee.
He remembers the feeling of Sidon’s scales when they prepared to fight Vah Ruta; when he’s held on for dear life, arms curled around Sidon’s neck as they shot through the water like an arrow, propelled forwards by the powerful motions of Sidon’s body.
Link is strong, but not nearly as strong as most of the creatures in and around Hyrule. He usually utilizes his agility and ingenuity to his advantage, so commanding Sidon with just the gentle touch of his scarred fingers makes him feel impossibly powerful.
Sidon stares at him and Link looks back, slowly grinning. A few dark blond hairs fall into his eyes, making him look roguish.
He lifts his hand and makes a soft, quick motion with it.
Don’t be afraid.
Sidon’s pearl white cheeks go an even darker red but he nods. Under Link’s watchful gaze, the tiny hole of his cloaca clenches and relaxes, more slime bubbling up at the opening. His mouth falls open on a low groan, and he all but falls down on it.
He opens his mouth wide, latching on to Sidon’s pubic mound while the music from the Domain reaches them every now and then in gentle little bursts.
Sidon’s thighs immediately snap shut around his ears, the tiny scales gently scratching at him. Link almost chokes on the salty slick as he inhales sharply in surprise but then gets his bearings and curls his arms around Sidon’s thighs for purchase.
His tongue is out next, slowly rounding the silky skin immediately surrounding the prince’s little hole. Sidon makes a soft, high-pitched sound into the palm of his hand. When Link glances up, he can see the thin webbing between his fingers move like an Octorok balloon as he keeps breathing into his hand.
Link smirks and focuses on making him feel good. He rounds his cloaca again and again until he can feel a soft tremble going through the prince’s body, then suddenly, mercilessly, plunges inside the tight, hot sheath he is presenting him with.
The walls shiver and clench down on him; they are silky and hot and wet, and make a shiver run down Link’s spine as he tries to tongue fuck him without rubbing his chin raw against the tiny scales all around his mound.
Sidon is sweet like a virgin; he is crying out against his palm, hand barely able to muffle all his lovely sounds, and eventually his thighs even open up again to spread whorishly to the sides and let Link do what he so obviously does best.
When Link glances up again, he can see the prince digging his sharp teeth into his forearm with an expression that can’t be called anything but blissful. He is not really hurting himself, but still biting hard, all but gnawing while his hips have started a little upwards curling rhythm.
When Link gently gives him just one of his fingers, Sidon’s face twists as if hurt. His eyes are closed, chin tilted up as he keeps biting at his forearm, his little cloaca clenching on the single digit like it never wants to let it go.
Link smirks, cheek against the inside of Sidon’s thigh, watching him with hooded eyes as he fucks him slowly. He wonders if Sidon indeed is a sweet virgin. The thought excites him. Maybe he’s even waited for Link… somehow anticipating that the Champion would come back to him one day.
Link slowly smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss against Sidon’s mound just above his slowly fucking finger.
