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ZELDA'S TOY - Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 09:25:00 +0000 UTC“No no no, Zelda, listen to me–”
She laid a hand against her stomach, rubbing it slightly, never tearing her eyes away from Link for even a split second. It was like her mind was already made up, and Link suspected there was no easy reasoning with her at this point.
“Y-you’re not a monster! You can’t do that to me!”
Zelda just smiled and let out a wry little chuckle when he said that. No, she didn’t think of herself as a monster either, that was right. But she did think of herself as being remarkably peckish right now…
“Oh hush, you’ll be fine. You’re the elf who faced Ganondorf, are you really that worried about being eaten by a pretty princess like me?”
Link could have choked on his own dismay. He just couldn’t believe it, was she actually being serious? Was she actually going to do that to him?
Well, she didn’t give him a great amount of time to ponder her fate, before she pinched his waist tighter and prepared.
“Link,” she whispered, her voice a gentle, yet omnipotent rumble to his tiny ears. “You’ve always been the hero, always the one to save me. Tonight, things are different.”
She slowly brought him closer to her lips, her breath warm and fragrant, washing over him like a gentle breeze. Link’s struggles intensified, but there was no escape. She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue flicking out to taste the air around him. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down her spine.
Zelda lowered him further, her lips parting wider to accommodate his tiny form. She placed him gently on her tongue, the taste of him mingling with the remnants of the tea she had sipped earlier. Link’s struggles were frantic now, but he was powerless against the soft, moist surface of her tongue. She savored the moment, the feeling of his tiny body against her taste buds, every movement amplified to a symphony of sensation.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she drew him deeper into her mouth, closing her lips behind him. The darkness inside her mouth was absolute, save for the occasional glimpse of light as her lips parted slightly. She could feel him squirming, his tiny hands pushing against her cheeks, his movements tickling her palate. It was almost too much to bear, the blend of power and pleasure.
She held him there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his tiny form, before she began to playfully move him around with her tongue. Each shift, each roll sent him tumbling, his cries of fear and anger muffled by the walls of her mouth. The vibrations of his voice tickled her senses, making her giggle softly.
Finally, Zelda tilted her head back slightly and swallowed. She felt a small lump move down her throat, the sensation both exhilarating and final. A shiver ran through her as she realized the full extent of what she had done. She had consumed the hero of Hyrule, taken him into herself completely.
For a moment, she sat in silence, her hand resting on her throat, feeling the last traces of his presence within her.
Inside Zelda's stomach, the environment was stifling and dark. Link, shrunken and powerless, found himself surrounded by the walls of her stomach, which undulated rhythmically around him. The air was thick with humidity, and the sound of her heartbeat and the gurgling of her digestive system filled his ears, a constant reminder of his dire situation.
The walls of her stomach were slick and warm, pressing against him from all sides. Each movement Zelda made outside was magnified within, jostling him around in the tight, confined space. He could feel the faint pulsation of her body, each beat of her heart sending a subtle ripple through the walls that enclosed him.
While on the outside she sat there quite casually, though while still simultaneously settling with the reality of what she had done, inside, it was gradually becoming chaos for Link.
Inside Zelda's stomach, the oppressive darkness was only the beginning of Link's ordeal. The air was thick and humid, carrying the acrid scent of digestive enzymes and the remnants of her last meal. The temperature was steadily rising, the warmth almost suffocating as he struggled to find stable footing on the slick, undulating floor of her stomach.
Link's skin began to tingle uncomfortably as the first effects of digestion started to take hold. The gastric juices, which had pooled in small quantities around him, were beginning to work on his tiny form. He could feel a stinging sensation where the enzymes made contact, a relentless burning that crept over his body with increasing intensity.
The walls of Zelda's stomach pulsed and contracted around him, aiding the digestive process. Each movement sent waves of the acidic liquid sloshing against him, exacerbating the burning sensation. His clothes offered little protection, quickly becoming soaked and beginning to disintegrate under the onslaught of digestive fluids.
From the outside, Zelda felt these subtle movements and shifts. Her heightened awareness allowed her to perceive the minute struggles within, and she could sense the change in his movements—from frantic and purposeful to weaker, more desperate. She couldn't feel the exact pain he was experiencing, but the knowledge of it filled her with a mixture of power and remorse.
She placed both hands on her stomach, pressing down gently. The pressure caused the contents of her stomach to shift slightly, and she could imagine Link being jostled within. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations inside her, feeling the weakening of his struggles as digestion continued.
Link's breathing became ragged as the pain intensified. The stinging had turned into a persistent, searing agony that spread across his entire body. His skin felt raw and tender, and his muscles ached from the constant effort to stay upright in the churning environment. The air was becoming more difficult to breathe, the oxygen levels diminishing as the stomach's digestive processes took precedence.
He tried to call out, but his voice was lost in the rhythmic gurgling and churning of Zelda's stomach. The sound of her heartbeat was a distant, steady thump, a cruel reminder of the life that continued on the other side of the walls that now imprisoned him.
Outside, Zelda felt a profound stillness settle over her as Link's movements grew increasingly faint.
Would he even survive this?
