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Link crouches above the encampment of a single silver Bokoblin, fiddling with a vial of viscous purple liquid.
He can’t remember much from before he woke up in the shrine. The pictures left in the Sheikah Slate help slightly, specific memories of Zelda to give him a face for what he’s fighting for. He remembered some things from visiting the Zora Domain and calming Vah Ruta as well. Mipha must have meant a lot to him and he wishes he knew her more, knew why she would make the armor for him when he can’t fathom being in love with her… or maybe he was and he doesn’t remember that either.
Most of his memories are short, little snatches of deja-vu from being in a familiar place or cooking familiar food.
The thing he remembers most about before the calamity is the monsters. They were different before Ganon, more easily swayed and pulled away from civilization. He can distinctly recall befriending a small group of blue Bokoblins when he was a child, even if he can’t recall the faces of his family.
So he knows that he used to hate killing them just as much then as he does now, and now they come back.
The silver Bokoblin is way too close to the road, just around the bend towards Hateno from Kakariko. He’d made a pit stop at the Dueling Peaks Stable. Resting his horse there on his way home to regroup and replan for the next divine beast, he heard of the Bokoblin’s whereabouts from a terribly afraid young Hylian who was having a gash in their arm treated. Being asked to take care of the Bokoblin left a bad taste in his mouth.
So now he crouches on the ridge twisting a vial of Monster Extract around in his fingers wondering if he’ll have a new discovery for Kilton the next time he sees the strange man. He’d noticed that if he ate food with the stuff in it that, while tasting exotic and delicious, it also made some of the lower ranking monsters a little less likely to jump him for a short amount of time. His theory is that undiluted by other ingredients the extract might make them open to suggestion.
He thumbs the cap out of the little bottle.
Its flavor is at least familiar and surprisingly not overpowering without other ingredients to dilute it a bit. The liquid slides warm down his throat, seeming to coat it in film that tingles pleasantly like something that’s spicy but not exactly hot. It settles in his bones not unlike how elixirs normally do.
Link eyes the little cave the Bokoblin has claimed slightly off the beaten path. The other Hylian must have been very loud to coax it out but it was daytime so it could have been patrolling. Now, the sun is beginning it’s descent and the Bokoblin is yawning.
Small sword still on his back in case he’s wrong about the elixir, the knight makes his way down towards the monster keeping his steps and his stance light and unthreatening. If the Monster Extract really does make it more open to suggestion, he doesn’t want to spook it.
It tilts its head when it spots him.
Link has always found that quite cute, the way they tilt their heads like the friendly dogs he’s come across on the road. He enjoys how they look as they consider him, deciding if he’s a threat, even though most times he is decided to be a threat.
This time, however, the Bokoblin doesn’t lift his broadsword. It takes a few heavy steps forward, sniffing and breathing heavily in his direction before it lets out a snort. It stops in front of him, pressing its flat nose against his throat, smelling him in hot, heavy puffs that tickle his skin and make him want to squirm. He forces himself to be still and let it sniff him.
The Bokoblin huffs a path up his throat and over his jaw, still seemingly passive. Pressing its flat, yellow nose close to Link’s mouth, it takes an even deeper sniff and the knight can’t hold in the tiny laugh that comes at the sensation.
Then the Bokoblin licks him.
One long, hot stripe over the bottom part of his face that makes Link gasp in surprise. The gasp leaves his mouth open for invasion. Invade the Bokoblin does, sliding its slick, thick tongue between Link’s lips forcing them wider so that it will fit.
The Bokoblin’s tongue is large in his mouth pressing in, dipping down and then dragging back up, sliding across both his pallet and the sensitive ridges on the roof of his mouth. It should be unpleasant but it’s the furthest thing from unpleasant that Link can imagine. It’s almost like a kiss, even though a Bokoblin can’t kiss a Hylian with the way their faces are shaped differently.
He sways forward, taking the beast’s tongue deeper into his mouth.
The very end of the muscle hits the opening of Link’s throat and he groans, sucking on it. The Bokoblin lets out a snort and slowly pulls back, its tongue sliding out of Link’s mouth and back to its own.
Link has to force his eyes open, displeased with the loss of the slick weight in his mouth. He watches as it smacks his lips and he comes to the realization that perhaps the Bokoblin was searching for the taste of the Monster Extract. He has more, he could pull one from the Slate’s storage and drink it down just to get the Bokoblin to lick into his mouth again, but he wants to try something else first.
Leaning forward, the knight slips his own tongue out and slides it over the too wide expanse of the Bokoblin’s lips. He curves it behind its teeth, prodding, as best he can with his short Hylian tongue, at the muscle he craves. He is rewarded when the Bokoblin’s tongue follows his back into his mouth.
It fills the space between his lips, the empty cavern of his mouth, satiating a craving that Link never knew he had before this moment. He’s closer to the beast now so the tongue delving between his lips can press farther, putting pressure against the opening of his throat.
“Kid doesn’t have a gag reflex, eats so fast no one can even tease at taking his rations,” a nameless faceless Hylian soldier says in his memory.
That tongue presses. He sucks on it, encouraging it. It presses deeper. The weight of the Bokoblin’s tongue shoves right past the clutch of Link’s throat.
A moan bubbles out of Link’s chest, flexing his throat around the invader.
It feels so good, he wonders if he’s done this before with one of the beasts when they weren’t controlled by the calamity. He can’t imagine a short, Hylian tongue having him feel like this.
Just when it’s getting hard to breathe the Bokoblin pulls back again.
The loss makes Link whine but the need for air makes him dizzy. He takes a few even breaths, opening his eyes to look at the silver Bokoblin.
It looks back at him, tilting its head questioningly again. For a startling second he thinks that perhaps the Monster Extract has worn off and the Bokoblin is going to attack him. He’s lucky that isn’t the case, and instead the monster reaches out with its free hand to grab his arm instead of raising its sword.
The Bokoblin, he dubs it Silver in his mind, pulls him towards its cave, the ragged cloth blocking the small mouth of the crevice parting to admit them into a small space. There’s a fire contained to a small pot grate in the corner, illuminating the dark area and Silver lets out a warble as it drops its broadsword and Link’s to shove a few thin planks through the grate to feed the fire. It leaves Link to inspect the mountain goat pelt that the Bokoblin must sleep on.
Between the mostly enclosed space and the fire, Link is glad he had dressed down to a tunic he picked up from Beedle and some soft traveling leggings because most of his armor would have been far too warm. The intention, of course, was more to make him seem unassuming to the Bokoblin rather than to provide his own comfort but he’s thankful for his foresight anyhow.
Link debates withdrawing another Monster Extract from his Slate while Silver is distracted.
In the end he doesn’t get to make that decision because Sliver turns around, snorting and sniffing. It’s likely that the beast is trying to clear the ash from its airways but it walks towards Link until he’s pressed against the wall of the cave and buries its flat nose against his throat once again. Link shivers at the feel of hot breath over the sensitive skin there and tilts his head back allowing the Bokoblin space to breathe him in.
Pressed between Sliver and the wall, Link can feel the broadness of the beast against him. It’s long arms and wide shoulders dwarf his even if it only has a scant few inches height on him.
The large, three fingered hands press against Link, his shoulder and his stomach first. It tugs at the material of his shirt, pulling the collar aside to give it access to more skin. Skin that is quickly laved over with its hot, wet tongue. The feel of it against the sensitive skin there has Link squeezing his legs together as he hardens and slicks.
When was the last time he did this? Before the calamity likely. Did he ever do this, with Hylian or beast or some other species?
He wishes he knew.
Silver snorts loudly as if he can smell Link’s arousal, and maybe he can. Normal boars have a better sense of smell than Hylians so Bokoblin’s must too. The hand lower on his body wraps around his belt and waistband and yanks. The force isn’t enough to break or tear but the Slate tumbles off its latch.
Link jerks sideways, kneeling towards it as it tumbles across the goat skin. If he loses the damn thing because he let himself get felt up by a Bokoblin he’s toast. He catches it in his hands, knelt on the soft fur, and moves to sit up when he hears Silver move behind him.
Peering over his shoulder, he watches with great fixation as Silver yanks off its loincloth. With the scrap of fabric removed, Link can see a peculiarly shaped cock in the firelight. Thick with a twist near the end, maybe an inch longer than his own. It’s hard and secreting some sort of slickness that shines in the crackling light.
Silver steps towards him.
The knight’s breath hitches and he turns back to the Slate, fumbling to turn it on and navigate to his clothing and weapons storage. His clothes and sword slip away in soft streams of blue light as Silver drops to its knees behind him. He can’t turn around because one of those wide, three-fingered hands presses down on his back, forcing him down on his elbows.
A blunt finger prods at his hole before deciding it’s of no interest and moving onto his cunt where it’s already dripping between his cock and hole. The finger rubs up and down his slit and Link keens at the feeling, spreading his knees and arching his back under the press of Silver’s other hand to allow the beast more room. It continues to rub up and down until Link is absolutely soaked, not that that takes long at all.
Pressing in for a moment, the beast seems to be testing the tightness of his cunt and Link feels himself flutter around the invasion begging for more, begging for deeper. The filthy idea that he might be able to get Silver’s tongue there if he smears Monster Extract over his cunt makes him moan aloud.
He prays no one will come across them.
He prays that the spirits of his comrades cannot see them.
Silver withdraws his probing finger and Link huffs unhappily, circling his hips in hopes to entice the beast into touching him again. The hand, still wet with his slick, wraps around his hip instead and something spongy and wet prods at his cunt. The tapered head of Silver’s cock presses in and all the breath in Link’s body rattles out of him.
He hasn’t been entirely prepared to take a dick as large as the Bokoblin’s, but with how wet he is the head presses in with only a slight stretch pausing at the twist.
Silver snorts and then warbles before jerking forward. The whole twist shoves into Link and he clenches down hard at the sting, wincing and moaning in equal measure. It doesn’t hurt, per say, but there’s some definite discomfort. Discomfort that Link quickly throws to the void of uncaring as the beast presses all the way inside him.
He’s full.
The Bokoblin’s cock is full and heavy, twisted pleasantly within him. As Silver pulls back and thrusts in again that twisted section scrapes over something absolutely wonderful inside Link that has shockwaves traveling through his body.
Link tests how much he can move with Silver’s hands on him and finds that he has a good bit of room to push back and forth to meet the beast's thrusts. It’s clear that Silver isn’t looking for Link’s pleasure, only it’s own, but it doesn’t seem to mind the way his hips circle and push at all. Instead, it just hammers in harder and faster making the rocking of Link’s body that much more forceful.
The sounds filling the cave over the crackle of the fire are positively filthy. Between Link’s heavy, moaning breaths and Silver's loud snorts and tinny warbles is the distinct wet, sloppy sound of the Bokoblin’s pelvis meeting Link’s ass. He’s so wet it’s sliding down his thighs and his dick. He can’t help but suspect that Silver is adding to that wetness with whatever slickness was on its cock before it got inside him.
When the bottom of Link’s stomach starts to go tight he shifts, turning one of his arms sideways to support his weight while he slides his other under his body to grab his dick using that wetness as lubricant for his stokes.
As if sensing it, or maybe coming to the edge of its own climax, the beast behind him changes its thrusts. For a scant few inwards presses Silver doesn’t go as deep. Then, Link feels it, the flaring at the base of the Bokoblin’s cock.
Too fucked out and warm to understand as he chases his own climax, Link doesn’t realize what it is until Silver thrusts in almost violently.
A knot.
The knot pops into him and his whole body seizes, clamping down on the bulbous base as his climax mows him down like an out of control horse. The clenching around Silver’s knot must be exactly what the beast wants because even as Link’s all consuming orgasm washes over him he can feel the thick, molten weight of Silver’s cum filling him up.
Link moans high and breathy and shoves back in short little rabbiting movements to test the knot without realizing. He’s so full, he can feel the knot plugging him up, plugging the over-hot, viscous seed inside him. His body shivers violently and on the tail end of his first orgasm catches another, the two in such quick succession making his vision swim and blacken at the edges.
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Link wakes up.
He’s warm and Zelda isn’t talking to him with her disembodied voice. He’s laying on his stomach on plush - if slightly sticky - fur completely naked. There’s an ache between his legs accompanied by a slickness.
Remembering where he is, Link turns over on the little pallet and looks around for Silver. The Bokoblin is tending the fire still without his loincloth. Through the holes in the ragged cloth at the mouth of the crevice Link can tell it’s much darker than it was earlier.
He reaches between his legs, past his hardening cock to his cunt. It’s sloppy and wet and sensitive. He can feel the difference between what his slick is and what Silver’s cum is because the cum is much thicker and far sticker. It’s easy to gather on his fingers and push back inside.
He spares a thought for contraceptive teas but is reminded from a memory he can barely recall that Hylians can only procreate with other Hylians and Gerudo unless there’s blessings or fairy magic involved. He doesn’t know where he got the information but he’s glad it cropped up even if he’s still going to do some subtle poking around about it after this.
In his distraction he doesn’t notice Silver moving.
Surely the Monster Extract has worn off by now, if the darkness outside is any indication to howling he’s been passed out. Yet, even without the elixir, the Bokoblin scrambles up between the spread of Link’s legs, knocking his hands away without care.
The Bokoblin’s cock is already out, glistening with its precum and it grabs him by the hips, tilting them up so that the tapered head can slide through his cum covered folds. It jerks it’s hips and the first part before the twist slides inside Link easily, dragging against the abused opening deliciously.
Link can’t help himself.
He gasps and bucks down, shoving that twisted portion of the beast’s cock into his aching pussy. That must be all the encouragement Silver needs because seconds later the Bokoblin is thrusting all the way in, cock brushing over every sore and sensitive part it brushed over before. He knows he’s squirming in the Bokoblin’s hold, shoving down over and over as it thrusts into him.
He’s learning why Silver’s cock is shaped the way it is, the twist of it dragging the old seed out of him on every outward thrust to make room for more. He mourns the loss but the idea that it will be replaced, the idea that his pussy will be stoppered with the beast's knot again, just makes him more needy for it. He squeezes his legs around those narrow hips, circling his own.
Scrabbling for something to hold onto, he grabs Silver’s broad shoulders.
Shockingly, the Bokoblin allows him to pull it down over his body. It’s bulbous stomach presses against Link’s dick providing lovely friction and he cries out, pleasured yet still wanting. For what he doesn’t know.
Silver must know though, because the snorting beast licks over his face, spreading saliva over his panting, moaning mouth. Without thought he opens his mouth wider, begging, and that tongue slides in. The thickness of it fills him full, sliding along his own tongue and the grooves of his teeth, dipping inwards.
His dick is drooling between their bodies, painting the thick silver skin of his lover with slickness that makes the friction all the more remarkable. He’s so close to cumming again and they’ve barely started. He knows a Hylian could never bring him this kind of pleasure but he adores the way Silver ‘kisses’ him almost like Hylian’s do.
The tongue prods at the opening of his throat and he sucks on it.
He spares a thought for the fact that Bokoblins usually run in groups and if he were to find a pair or a triad they could fill all his holes. They could make him feel nice and used and all he would need is a bottle of Monster Extract and some wet holes for them to fuck.
Link moans, throat fluttering, and that tongue slips past the ring of his throat.
The pleasure nearly whites him out completely. He can feel the way his cunt clamps down on the dick working inside of him. He can feel himself spilling between their bodies, his cum pooling in his navel and slipping down the sides of his body.
He can hear the way Silver squeals. He can feel the molten fullness of the beast spilling inside of him. His legs go tight around the beast as he feels the knot pop inside, keeping him full.
Just when he thinks he’s going to pass out from lack of oxygen, the Bokoblin withdraws it’s lovely tongue. Drool spills from Link’s slackened mouth as he pants wetly in the air and he rolls his hips down just so he can feel the fullness inside him.
Silver warbles at him, hands going tight on his hips, holding him still.
“Okay,” Link breathes, “okay.”
It’s safe to speak with Silver. The Bokoblin just warbles back in agreement, pulling his hips until they’re flush and the beast is as deep as he can be.
He’ll stay.
He does stay, until the moon takes Silver away again a day later, and with an aching heart he continues on his journey.
He does decide that Kilton might not need to know about the other affects the Monster Extract has. It’ll be his secret. His own little happiness as a trade for all the fighting he has to do, his own tiny luxury for the defeat of the calamity.
It shouldn’t feel like so much to ask.