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ZELDA'S TOY - Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2024-06-03 05:54:58 +0000 UTCWhen Link woke up, he was practically plastered against the inner surface of Zelda’s massive breast, the other pressing down on his face and basically suffocating him. As soon as he tried to take a breath and struggled, he frantically began pushing up against the plush surface, trying to create some space for himself.
“Z-Zelda!”
All his lashing and kicking out created a tickle from her perspective, and she sat up suddenly, basically being jolted awake and in the process, causing him to bounce right out of her breasts and fall down onto the surface of her crotch.
“Huh…”
Stretching and yawning, she cleared the sleep from her eyes then looked down and spotted where Link was. A smirk curled at the corners of her lips, suggestively so.
“Well well, isn’t it a little early to be getting back to that?”
Sheepishly, Link pointed up at her gargantuan breasts.
“Y…you almost killed me in there…”
But as per usual, Zelda was dismissive about it, flapping her hand and tutting like he was just being silly.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I already made it clear that I’m not going to kill you. I would never do that to you.”
Yeah you’d just keep me sandwiched and suffocating between your breasts for 6 hours straight…
“Now, we should head off to our next location.”
Hateno Village, that was, which was still a bit of a ride from where they had made their campsite. Luckily they had a horse they’d stabled nearby. It was just a matter of riding over there. However, Zelda didn’t intend to just take any old regular ride.
The morning sun climbed higher in the sky as Zelda and Link prepared to set out for the village. The campfire’s embers had long since cooled, and the tranquil forest around them began to stir with life. Birds chirped merrily, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to their departure. Zelda’s horse, the majestic steed Epona, stood patiently as Zelda mounted her. However, this ride would be anything but ordinary for Link.
“Ready, Link?” Zelda asked with a sly smile, looking down at his diminutive form. Without waiting for a response, she dropped him on the saddle. He looked up at her with a mix of apprehension and resignation, knowing he had little choice in the matter.
Zelda positioned herself on the saddle, deliberately seating herself directly on top of Link’s tiny body. The leather was already warm from the morning sun, but the pressure of her weight bore down on him immediately, trapping him beneath her. His small form was nestled in the curve of the saddle, completely enveloped by the soft but unyielding weight of her behind.
As she adjusted her position, Zelda could feel the subtle movements of Link beneath her, a constant reminder of his presence. Each shift she made in the saddle caused him to be pressed and tormented, the leather creaking softly as she settled in. She took the reins in her hands, giving them a gentle tug to signal Epona to start moving.
With a soft nicker, Epona began to walk, the rhythmic clop of her hooves resonating through the forest path. Each step sent a jolt through the saddle, which in turn pressed Link deeper into the unforgiving leather. The motion was relentless, a steady, bouncing rhythm that made it impossible for him to find any relief.
Zelda was acutely aware of the sensations below her. The tiny movements of Link, his struggles, and the occasional muffled sounds of discomfort all served to heighten her awareness of their intimate connection. She tried to focus on the journey ahead, the familiar route to Hateno Village, but her mind kept drifting back to the tiny form beneath her.
As they rode on, the initial discomfort for Link turned into a relentless torment. Each step of the horse pressed him harder against the saddle, his body trapped beneath the unyielding weight of Zelda. The warmth of her body seeped through his clothes, creating a humid and oppressive environment. His breathing was labored, each inhale a struggle against the crushing pressure.
“Are you holding up down there, my little hero?” Zelda teased, her voice laced with amusement. “I hope I’m not being too rough on you.” Her words were sweet, but there was a playful edge to them that made Link’s predicament feel even more humiliating.
She shifted her weight deliberately, causing a fresh wave of pressure to roll over him. “Oh dear, did that hurt? You must be so uncomfortable. Don’t worry, it’s just a short ride to Hateno Village,” she added with a giggle.
The journey continued, the steady pace of Epona’s hooves a metronome of torment. The forest path gradually gave way to open fields, the expanse of Hyrule stretching out before them. The sun climbed higher, its rays beating down and adding to the heat that radiated from Zelda’s body. She could feel the sweat beginning to form on her skin, the combination of exertion and the warm morning sun creating a sheen of moisture.
Despite the discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill in the power she held over Link. The sensation of his tiny struggles beneath her, the knowledge that he was entirely at her mercy, sent a shiver of excitement through her. She could feel herself becoming flustered, her heartbeat quickening in response to the intimate connection they shared.
“Link,” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of Epona’s hooves. “How are you holding up down there?”
She didn’t expect an answer, but the mere act of speaking to him heightened her awareness of his presence. She adjusted her position slightly, her thighs pressing more firmly against the saddle. The motion elicited a muffled groan from beneath her, a sound that sent a thrill down her spine.
The journey to Hateno Village was not a short one, and as the hours passed, the relentless motion of the horse began to take its toll on both of them. For Link, the constant pressure and lack of relief turned every minute into an ordeal. His body ached from the unyielding weight, and his mind struggled to stay focused through the pain and discomfort.
For Zelda, the experience was a mix of exhilaration and distraction. She could feel the mounting tension within herself, a growing flustered sensation that was difficult to ignore. Each tiny movement of Link, each subtle shift and press, only served to heighten her awareness of him. Her breathing became more shallow, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of exertion and something deeper, more primal.
As they approached the outskirts of Hateno Village, Zelda decided to take a brief rest. She pulled on the reins, bringing Epona to a gentle halt by a shaded grove of trees. The sudden stop sent a final jolt through Link, pressing him deeper into the saddle one last time before the pressure finally eased.
Zelda dismounted gracefully, her movements fluid and practiced. As she did, she felt an unusual sensation on her backside. She reached back and, with a giggle, found Link plastered to her. His tiny body was stuck to her tight buttcheek, his face a picture of exhaustion and resignation.
“Oh my, look at you!” Zelda exclaimed, clearly amused. “You’re still hanging on, aren’t you?” She gently peeled him off her backside, holding him up to her face with a mischievous smile. “I suppose I really did put you through quite the ordeal.”
Link looked up at her, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Zelda, that was... intense,” he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly.
Zelda chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that made Link’s predicament seem even more surreal. “I must admit, it was quite an experience for me too,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “But don’t worry, we’re almost there.”
She set him down gently on the grass, allowing him to catch his breath and stretch his limbs. She knelt beside him, her fingers lightly brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Let’s take a short break,” she said softly, her voice warm with concern.
Link lay on the grass, taking deep, ragged breaths. The coolness of the earth was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat he had endured. His body ached, every muscle protesting the ordeal he had been through, but the relief of being free from the constant pressure was overwhelming.
In a weird way though…he was kind of getting used to being her tiny little toy.
