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Patreon Compilation – Fic#126 – Link/Lynel – consensual; horny Link; massive insertion – Needs Must Be Met
🕑 Added 2021-04-28 04:54:42 +0000 UTCLink/Lynel – Link is a horny fucker. He usually is out on the road when the need strikes him, though, so he uses the masks he has acquired from Kilton to get his rocks off with some... other-than-humans :)
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The Lynel turns around suddenly, and Link quickly dives back behind a boulder, his heart thumping quickly. He listens with bated breath for the crackle of lightning arrows; while the heavy thump of hoofs does slowly come closer, the telltale sign that he had been spotted keeps missing.
Link relaxes slowly. He looks down at the mask he had purchased from that curious little fellow, slowly brushing over the Lynel fur that makes up the mane of the contraption.
He had used similar masks before to fool Lizalfos and Bokoblins with a frankly astounding rate of success. It burns under his skin to try it out with a Lynel, though he honestly doubts it will do any good. Lynels are so intelligent that it is scary. They are definitely more intelligent than he is – Link has no doubts about that.
But… Link wouldn’t be Link if he weren’t greedy for the thrill of trying something new. That, and the fact that he is horny and hasn’t had a satisfying encounter in so many moons has him pull on the mask after all when the thump of the hoofs are all but next to him.
Hectically, he brushes down the Lynel fur and has just enough time to get up on his feet before the huge beast spots him and rears slightly back in surprise, arms smoothly grabbing its bow and arrows.
There it is: the crackle of lightning in the air, the smell of ozone as Link finds himself on the receiving end of an arrow pointed straight at his face. His heart thumps faster, sweat immediately springing up along his hairline. He stares at the Lynel through the eyes of the mask and forces himself to stand up straight, pushing his chest out; prancing like the Lynels like to do.
The beast’s head tilts back a little. He can see the round ears poking out of the wild mane twitch slightly as it stares at him for a few excruciatingly long seconds before it finally takes down the bow and arrow.
Link almost loses his posture just because the air rushes out of him so fast. His back goes ramrod straight again, though, when the Lynel puts away its weapons and leans down low to get a better look at the unusually small companion.
Part of Link wants to just let the beast explore him – he really wants to feel those big hands with the soft paw pads on his skin – but he is afraid the longer he lets the Lynel inspect him, the closer he is getting to being found out.
So he turns suddenly and bends forward, bracing himself against the boulder he had been hiding behind. From this perspective he can see all his gear glinting in a good distance where he has put it securely beneath a tree. He’s naked and helpless, and if the Lynel suddenly decides that he is an enemy after all, there is nothing that can safe the Hero of Hyrule from his untimely demise.
The Lynel makes a low sound, coming a little closer still and blotting out the sun with its huge frame. Link jumps when he feels a touch against the small of his back. It occurs to him with a bit of a time lag that it had to be one of the paw pads he had been thinking about just now.
The Lynel touches his kin, obviously intrigued by the distinct lack of beautiful fur. Link doesn’t know what it is that has the masks be so effective. How can the monster confuse him with one of its own when he doesn’t even possess the equine lower body of its brethren?
Link doesn’t question things, though. He is a blade, to be used by the royal family. They point, and he slices. Who is he to question the magic imbued in these masks? Maybe they are just a gift from the Fairies, here to bring him a little relief in the form of some big, fat Lynel cock-
Speaking of which… his cheeks are finally getting spread apart as the monster starts to get curious. He sighs softly in relief and shuffles his feet farther apart so the Lynel can see his hole, glistening and dripping with ChuChu jelly.
He is ready.
.o.
The boulder has been a perfect place to initiate their coupling; Link has been planning this encounter for three days and he is very pleased to find that the time and effort has been more than worth it. In fact, during his years of roughing it out in the wild and spending most of his time alone, worried for his friends, or very horny (sometimes a worrying combination of it all), he has become somewhat of an… expert to look at landscape and immediately think up all the intriguing ways it could be used.
Like getting speared on his biggest cock yet. There’s a pressure in his body that makes it feel like his eyes are about to pop out of his skull. He’s never felt anything like it before. He’s felt full, sure, but no Bokoblin or Lizalfos cock could compare to the impossible size of a grown Lynel’s cock being pushed into his guts deeper and deeper until his tongue lolls out and he is sure that the tip will be scratching against the back of his throat.
The Lynel’s front hoofs are curled around the boulder, taking its considerable weight so all Link has to do is hold on for dear life as his hole gets destroyed in the best way possible.
He has no idea what the Lynel’s upper body is doing, but it probably is enjoying itself more than enough trying to fit the whole throbbing cock into an orifice that had never been meant to be spread so damn wide.
Link won’t be able to walk normally for a few days, but that’s the wonder of always being on the road: there’s nobody that can judge him for how he has to nurse his poor stretched-out hole after taking Lynel cock right to the back of his teeth.
When the huge balls start to slap against the backs of his thighs, it doesn’t even properly compute to his brain at first. He has no idea what is happening; he has no idea where up and down is. All he knows is that is insides are screaming in the best possible way and his toes are getting scraped up from how sloppily he is trying to brace himself against the ground to push himself on the beast’s dick until it can wear him like a glove.
Link’s own erection bobbing pathetically beneath his hugely bulging belly. He is pretty sure he pissed on the ground sometime between the Lynel starting to stuff him full and the huge furry testicles hitting his skin.
He’s not unused to his body giving out on him during these beastly couplings. None of the monsters he likes to offer himself to are gentle or loving, a fact that he thrives upon. He can stoke the tingles and the low fire in his belly for weeks to come just by pressing his fingers into the slowly fading bruises left behind by being the slut for some beings that are barely more intelligent than a gecko on the underside of a boulder.
Lynels are a lot more intelligent than the average beast, of course, but it is no less careless about Link’s wellbeing for it. It is not that it is actively trying to make it hurt… but it is also not checking in on him as it just rocks forward into him repeatedly and then starts to purr, the vibration wandering through Link’s body until it feels like his very bones are shaking.
Everything is soft and fuzzy and very sharp at the same time. There are places the big slippery cock touches him that he is pretty sure weren’t meant to ever be touched by cock, but that feel all the better for it. His whole being is alight and tingling, nerves ablaze with a delirious mix of pleasure and pain as he is fucked within an inch of his consciousness.
He knows exactly when the beast comes, because the sheer amount of cum flooding his insides is… mind boggling. He can all but feel it inflating every twist and turn of his intestines like an Octorok balloon. His head is filled with white noise. All he can do is try and keep his mask on as he comes as well, his insides bloated and swollen with cum; so much so that the Lynel’s cock is actively forced out of him, slipping from his ass with a wet splurge and followed by a deluge of its own sticky semen briefly shooting from Link’s body before it just runs down his shaking legs in a waterfall.
Link slowly sinks down into the mess of piss and cum slowly soaking into the warm grass while the Lynel trots away to tend to its cock hanging spent beneath its belly.
It is very fortunate that nobody knows what kind of degenerate the Hero of Hyrule truly is.
