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The woods were a lot scarier place at night if you happen to be alone and injured. Rivulets of blood streamed from the gash that covered most of Link’s shoulder as he staggered along, making their way down his back and arms, trailing a path of droplets behind him. The woods watched him silently fill the space with the labored sound of his own breathing.
The Zora prince… he'd asked Link to defeat the lynel that patrolled the peak of Ploymus Mountain.. He’d snuck up on it.. Something had happened and now he was here, in these unfamiliar woods clinging to consciousness. Images flashed past him as he limped along…
A looming figure.
A brief flash.
Heavy hoof beats.
A blood red moon dying the world in malice.
Intense pain.
A cool blue glow...
Something terrible had happened to him but when he tried to focus on any solid memory it danced away. Thinking was hard anyway, he was losing too much blood, and he knew he was going to pass out even before his chest connected with the ground. Sticks and twigs poked at him through his armor but his limbs felt like lead.
Despite the full moon, everything grew darker as Link slipped further from consciousness… but not before he saw the glow of a lamp in the distance slowly weaving in between the scattered trees. Then everything went silent.
The sound of a hammer driving a stake woke Link from a turbulent sleep, and his eyes shot open in alarm. The sky was brilliantly blue now and immediately, everything hurt, like his wounds were just waiting around for him to wake up before deciding to ache. He felt like one giant bruise, so he just lay there listening to the steady plink plink plink of a mallet hitting a stake. Was he near a town?
With great effort Link tried to sit up, but was held back by something wrapped around his wrists. “Hrn?” he grunted blearily, still half asleep. He raised his hand to his face, and a manacle connected to a long chain came with it. Not only that, but he also seemed to be entirely nude from the waist up.
“ What in the name of Hylia??”
Suddenly the hammering was disconcertingly close and Link looked around wildly for the source. Not like he’d been hiding, but Link became frighteningly aware of a squat, nearly bald Hylian(?) with a mallet who did indeed seem to be busy driving a rather bulky stake into the ground at Link’s foot, which was also shackled in place. A chain ran from the cuffs to a loop around the stake and each was drawn taught, giving Link little room to struggle. Not like he had the strength to anyways…
His feeble squirming caught the unknown assailant off guard and he nearly dropped the mallet on his own bare feet in surprise.
H-HOOO YAAAG!!!
The stranger whirled around to face Link and immediately slumped.
“Oh, it’s just you. I thought perhaps a monster had snuck up on me while I was hammering.” He sighed, but then smirked knowingly. “Then again, one just might...”
Link was too busy pulling feebly at the chains to listen, all while he continued to drive the stake into the hard ground.
“SHHHHHHH no no no nonono Don’t do that precious, just wait a little bit longer. You're gonna get so much better, ~I promise!!~”
With nowhere else to look, Link watched him as he worked. The… Hylian? seemed to be in possession of a very bad skin rash or something because his whole body was a murky greenish grey, with a single dollop of white hair to denote the transition from forehead to scalp. His great wide mouth stretched from ear to ear and peeled back when he laughed to reveal a rather unfortunate gathering of neglected gums and teeth. He looked like he’d been living in the wild his whole life, and had several animal (monster?) pelts wrapped around him like a second skin.. Like his skin.
The man continued, “You naughty dog" *WHACK* To think I'd been going about this all wrong the entire time *hrgh* You're gonna be the one, i can feel it! *CRUNCH* There's something strong inside you *WHACK* I'm sure you'll make it all the way!” *WHACK*
All Link could focus on was rattling the chains feebly. What the hell was he talking about??
The stranger delivered the stake a final whack, giving it an evaluatory tug before nodding, satisfied. He dropped his hammer and was suddenly very close to Link's face, cupping his bruised chin in his gloved fingers.
“Tell me, do you.. like monsters?”
Link huffed in bewilderment.
“WELL I LOVE THEM MORE!!” screeched the man, inches from his face. The rage cooled almost instantly and he was back to crouching over Link miserably. “Sorry, I ah, did it again, it’s just… it's been so long, and I get... excited. It's just there's so much to do and so little time! You'll learn to love them too, I promise~” With a flourish he produced two stoppered vials from the bag hung around his waist, along with a grimy rag.
He then proceeded to dump out the contents of the first vial onto the rag and crouch over Link, dabbing at the edge of the mangled skin of his shoulder, dried blood already washed away. Instantly, Link jerked and cried out. The acrid smelling substance felt like it was burning a hole through his flesh. But only for a moment? The intense, throbbing pain of his wound suddenly faded and disappeared, leaving nothing behind, his whole shoulder seemingly detached from the rest of his body.
“You like that don’t you?” the man preened, “I call it ‘an-aesthetic'!" "Made from electric chuchus and keese venom. It's a Kilton original recipe!” said Kilton, apparently.
He set the second bottle down on the ground next to him and began digging in his pack again, this time pulling out a sharp looking needle and thread. He braced himself but man that an-aesthetic sure was something because all he felt was a dull pressure as Kilton methodically closed up the gash.
Just who in the hell was this man?? Why chain him up if he was just going to tend to his wounds??
Kilton must have read the confusion on his face because he chuckled to himself and sat back after finishing the last stitch. "You don't think I'd leave you in this state, would you? Nooononono, we need you as fit as a fiddle if you're going to make it all the way to the end! Wouldn't want a nasty little infection to get in the way of things, would we?" He threw his head back in a rough cackle that grated against Link's ears.
“Ahhhh well," he said, wiping away a stray tear, "that was fun, but let's get back to business shall we? You don’t have a lot of time to waste and we've got a LOT to do!” He didn’t wait for a reply from Link before pulling a knife out of nowhere and running its wickedly sharp edge underneath the seam of his pants, slicing them off with surgical efficiency.
Link had been lulled into complacency by the an-aesthetic but was now reminded that this stranger did chain him to the ground and began his struggle anew. Kilton placed a firm hand on his squirming legs and pressed down. “WHOA whoa hooolddd on there, buddy, watch how you move! This knife is very sharp, we wouldn’t want to have to stitch up fresh wounds as well would we?” He pressed the cold flat of the blade the the inside of Link’s thigh teasingly and Link tensed up, fuming silently as Kilton made quick work of his pants and undergarments.
“My apologies, really. I forgot to remove these before I chained you up” Kilton giggled. He tossed the fabric of Link's pants aside and stood back to survey the now quite naked Hylian. He couldn’t hold back a manic cackle, “HeheHE, oh goodness it really has been so long, you're going to do wonderfully.” Without further delay he finally picked up the second vial and removed the stopper. Within seconds, Link could smell it. He coughed and wretched instantly, it was rank, like rotting fat and body odor. To Link’s complete horror, Kilton upended the bottle onto his exposed torso and crotch, causing Link to instantly turn his head to the side and heave up what little was left in his stomach.
“Ohh, now, don’t be like that, you’ll get used to it!” Kilton chided, working the foul substance into Link's torso and hips, “Just give it a moment to get going” Link’s head was still light and fizzy from throwing up but he jerked his head downwards when a sudden heat began to permeate his body. He gasped and threw his head around, squirming at the touch of Kiltons palms raking the fluid across his pecs. Everywhere it soaked into him, an unbearable tingling followed, and it wasn’t long before his whole body felt like it was pleasantly on fire.
“That’s it,” Kilton seethed, paying extra attention to rubbing the fluid over his nipples and ribs, “Just wait, things are about to get so much better for you.” Link could barely hear him over the thrum of his own heartbeat roaring in his ears. He... he wanted to touch himself.. Despite attempting to push the thought away, he could feel his dick twitching to life and cursed silently. Abruptly Kilton’s hands left Link’s chest and he stood up. Link fought mourning the loss of sensation, lest the creep know he’d felt something.
"Ah!" Kilton exclaimed suddenly, " Blast it all, I forgot my notebook! Hold on a moment, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere- GYAHAHAHAHA!!"
He tromped off into the brush, leaving Link panting with only the echo of his cackling to indicate he’d been there at all. But that too faded and then Link was well and truly alone.
But not for long…
***
The sun had barely moved across the sky before some rustling in the bushes made Link drop what he was doing. He been trying to fit a twig he’d found into the cuff’s keyhole but wasn't making much progress with the flimsy material. If only he had a thicker branch... He twisted about in the chains a bit just to get some feeling back in his limbs. The heat from whatever he’d been splashed with was getting worse, pulsing up and down his torso and the moment he got free Link imagined he’d make a break for it and find someplace private. His fully hard dick pulsed in agreement. His wounds didn’t even ache at this point, overwhelmed completely by the need for contact, the need for friction. He panted quietly.
A bokoblin stepped into the clearing, scenting the air.
It looked like basically every other short, squat, vaguely pig looking goblin he’d cut down a thousand times by now. Usually he'd have no problem with such a simple enemy but now it had a few distinct advantages; namely Link being naked, weaponless and erect. He just prayed that the grass around him would hide him long enough for it to lea-
The wind picked up and changed direction, drifting south from Link directly towards the bokoblin, who jumped like someone had just branded it with a hot iron. It whirled around towards the source of the smell and it instantly locked eyes with Link.
Ah fuck.
The monster let out a raspy squeal and pulled its club from the strap of sinew hung around its pot belly, making a beeline for the Hylian. Link’s pulse roared in his ears as it approached and brought it’s club down, aiming for Link’s head. He tossed his head to the side, just narrowly avoiding impact and sent a cloud of dust up into the air.The bokoblin coughed and rubbed its eyes. Link seized the opportunity and grabbed the monster's head between his legs and used the tension of the chains to drag it into a triangle choke hold. The bokoblin squealed in pain and lashed out blindly at the hylian, it’s blunt fingernails not doing much damage and kicking up more dust in the process. Link gritted his teeth and squeezed.
Please pass out please pass out please pass out.
It thrashed around though and Link groaned, vehemently trying to ignore the incredible friction the bokoblin was giving his dick as it desperately tried to pull free. This was what his body had been waiting for though, so, despite his mind screaming at him to stop, Link began bucking his hips in a stuttering rhythm to the beast's struggles. He arched his back into the soft skin just underneath its wide, flat chin and coughed out a groan as it pulled backwards, brushing against his sensitive head. He could feel himself cumming before he could stop it but after so long without any contact, his dick exploded between them, Link letting out a sob for the first time since waking up in these woods.
He must have been pent up too because the space in between the (much larger) bokoblin’s head and his torso were soon coated in a thick slimy layer of cum. There was so much it actually lubricated the creature's head enough for it to twist free from Link’s grip, popping backwards comically into the grass. One last shot of cum made it all the way up to Link’s chest, sizzling on his overworked skin like oil on a pan.
They both lay there breathless for a moment, breathing hard and trying to wind themselves again. Unfortunately the bokoblin recovered first and leapt to it’s feet in indignance, arms poised in retaliation.
But then it just.. stopped.
Its bulbous pig snout twitched sensitively, scenting the air. Then its face went slack and it raised a hand to swipe some of the cum smeared all under its chin. Link gagged as it brought that hand up to it’s cavernous mouth and took a tentative lick.
If a bokoblin could ever express complete shock, this one did. All tension drained from it’s posture and its tongue slid lasciviously out from its mouth, where drool had started to accumulate. It dropped on all fours and started to crawl towards Link, grunting in a way he’d never heard before. He tried to kick it as it approached but the creature pinned his legs down in a sudden display of force that ripped a yelp from Link’s lips.
Incredibly, throughout this whole ordeal, Link’s dick was still painfully erect. It twitched invitingly (curse it) as the bokoblins' hot breath hit it and even more so when it’s soft pink snout sniffed deeply up and down his brief length. His hips bucked impatiently, followed immediately by gut twisting dread. He hadn’t meant to do that! He had to escape, he had to FIGH- agh!!
Link cringed in pleasure as the bokoblin’s muscular tongue wrapped around the base of his dick and its mouth swallowed him whole, balls and all. Link tried to pull back but the bokoblin didn’t offer any resistance and sank down with him until his ass hit dirt. There was nowhere to run, and fuck if this things mouth wasn’t incredibly tight and hot.
Link stifled a groan, trying not to make noise as the bokoblin began to suck in earnest, tongue coiled tight and wet across the length of his dick. There was no gentleness in its movements now, bobbing roughly up and down, bringing the rest of Link’s torso with him. Link tried to cry out in pain only for it to come out a strangled moan. He tried shifting to one side, trying to escape that giant, gaping, incredible mouth but all he accomplished was dragging his dick out against it’s fat, rubbery lips before being suctioned back in, lifting his ass up off the ground before crashing back down with a soft plap .
The gleeful squelching grunts it was making made Link want to throw up all over again . He was losing strength and he could tell he was close to blacking out. The corners of his vision were darkening and little vibrant flecks of red and crimson danced across his vision like snow. “Unf” Link moaned, shutting his eyes tight to try and block out the dizziness.
He felt like he was going to cum again, but this time it was different. Tiny pinpricks of sensation blossomed all along his torso and his very bones started to ache. Not to mention the beast had picked up its pace and had even let go of his knees now too. His hands instead fluttered up Link’s lithe hairless torso to rest on his flat chest, searching…
The moment the bokoblins fat fingers made contact with Link’s nipples and pinched, hard, he was crying out freely and releasing another huge load down the creature's throat like he hadn't just come. This must have been what the bokoblin was waiting for as well because it squealed with joy and gulped down shot after shot enthusiastically, pulling and twisting at his nipples simultaneously.
This was too much. Link was going to pass out again, but his dick was still shooting, spurred on by the perfect incredible HORRID wet grip of its tongue, keeping him awake. Suddenly the bokoblins mouth released his junk with a wet pop, flopping it on his stomach which was still weakly pushing out the dregs of his load. Link couldn’t believe it. It had been nearly a minute since he started cumming and he still wasn’t done. What the hell was in that smelly liquid he’d been doused in??
He panted heavily, lungs straining for more air. On top of him, the bokoblin staggered to its feet, swaying softly. A thick foam had started to form at the corners of its mouth and it was groaning quietly. The thing seemed hardly conscious. It tried to take a step only for its leg to give out and send it crashing into the dirt right next to him. It let out a low and anguished wail before being abruptly cut off.
**POOF**
A cloud of purple smoke enveloped them both, leaving behind a small pile of remains.
“Gross,” Link thought miserably, spitting futilely to try and get the taste out of his nose and mouth. No time to contemplate what the hell had just happened there but at least the bokoblin was dead and he could focus on escaping. He scanned the area around him for that twig he was using to pick the lock only to realize something much more convenient had presented itself. The bokoblin had dropped an arrow after dying and it rolled just close enough for him to catch it in his fingers. He broke the shaft against the ground and brought the jagged tip up to the keyhole on his manacle. Link swallowed. He inserted it into the hole and twisted it gently back and forth. After a few rotations he hear a hard click and the chain fell harmlessly to the ground
No way...
But it worked! Soon he had all four limbs free. He tried to stand up for the first time in hours. so predictably, a wave of vertigo hit him and he sank back down. Ha gathered himself for a minute before attempting again, stretching his limbs experimentally. He felt surprisingly good! Like he just woke up from a long nap. His shoulder had stopped its aching, and barely stung when Link ran a hesitant finger across the wound. Thick scabs already blanketed the torn skin and it felt like Kiltons stitches were holding fast. That was… quick. But no matter, it just meant he would be back on his feet sooner than expected. His hands ran down his body as he stood there and that’s when he made the unfortunate discovery that he was, in fact, still quite hard.
He huffed in disbelief, his dick poking up at him looking completely unfazed. Actually it looked a little harder than he remembered. It was also a bright red which was.. worrisome. With some trepidation, he gently poked the shiny head and immediately bent over, overwhelmed by the sensitivity. What was wrong with him? Was this an infection? Hylia knows how clean a bokoblins mouth can be, and yet..
With shaking hands he wrapped his fingers around the middle of his shaft. Immediately he was hit with the sickening sensation something was off. Link wasn’t afraid to admit to himself that he wasn’t the girthiest Hylian out there, not even close, but as he felt his quickening pulse through the thin skin he had to actively try to make his fingers fit around the width of his engorged shaft. It felt heavy.
Apparently his dick couldn’t care less because as soon as his hands made contact, it started pulsing and twitching harder. This was ridiculous! His left hand traveled south to cup his balls and the same surprise awaited him there as well. What had been a modest walnut sized package was now a decent handful, and the tip of his dick spurted some clear pre at having his balls cradled.
Link let go a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. This felt serious… he should… leave go and find a doctor... They’d have something for this fever... probably.
Unbidden, the image of his cock getting sucked up into the bokoblins mouth flashed to the forefront of his thoughts, making his hips jerk up into his palm involuntarily. He huffed and shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind while simultaneously dragging his hands up his torso, following the memory of sensation it had left behind. Firmly pinching his nipple between his pointer and thumb earned him another shot of shockingly intense pleasure straight to his dick, which pulsed beneath his fingers in response. He was getting desperate now, pumping his cock in earnest and pulling and pinching his nipple, which seemed to bloat out underneath his fingers. He was so close. but something was dragging against his wrist as he stroked and it was distracting enough he couldn’t quite focus entirely.
In frustration his hand let go of his cock and dragged along the smooth patch of skin in between his cock and belly button, or rather.. formerly smooth? He looked down to see what he was brushing against and to his complete surprise a healthy crop of hair had sprung up where there had only been smooth skin previously. Had he really not taken notice? Had it been that long since he’d relieved himself last? The nauseating unfamiliarity made his stomach turn.
Regardless, his hand returned to his dick, which happily resumed its twitching and leaking until finally, finally, he came again and spilled himself into a growing puddle at his feet. He then promptly collapsed into the soft grass next to him, riding it out until at last his dick began to soften. Morbid curiosity overtook him and he hazarded a glance downwards. Yup, it still looked inflamed, red and puffy and too thick now to fit in between his legs comfortably. But he had to get going, who knows when that crazy Kilton fellow would return.
Like a popped bubble, the memory of the strange man and his knife came crashing back to him. HIS CLOTHES! He whirled around, scanning the area, but only the chains and the remains of the bokoblin were present.
THAT HINOX BASTARD HAD STOLEN HIS CLOTHES!!
As if to purposely worsen the situation, storm clouds off to the east rumbled threateningly. Complete despair dumped over Link like a bucket of water. Looks like he’d have to figure out the clothing situation later, first priority was to find shelter, and then he’d find a way back to the domain.
***
For about an hour or so the clearing was still and quiet until a piercing shriek tore through the silence. Kilton stood at the edge of the feild, red faced, eyes bulging, clutching the remains of his lunch in one hand and a raggedy notebook in the other.
"Y you YOU youuuuuuuuuuu!!!! Why didn't you just stay put! I told you I TOLD you I told you itoldyouuu!" He rung out his dirty clothes anxiously. " We can't afford a delay, Not when we're this c-close! You're the first to survive in Twenty years, WHy would you Go??" Kilton whined through gritted teeth, dropping what he had in hand to rummage through his bag. After discarding several torn items of clothing, he found what he was looking for.
He powered up Link's shiekah slate and pulled up the map, wheezing heavily enough to fog up the display.
"Oh I'll find you, cub, don't you worry, you're not getting away that easily. We'll make things right, together."