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Purlo swung open the door to the STAR game cage and Link trudged out, glumly tucking his clawshots away. He was so close to winning. There’d just been a handful of the special lights left when the timer had run out.
The game master gave him a toothy grin once the STAR cage was properly closed up once more. “Ah ha HA!” he chuckled, “Ill luck, good sir! What think you, sir? The road to the road to stardom is rather twisty, no? … what are you looking at me like that for? If you want revenge, it’s a mere fifteen rupees.”
Dark eyebrows twitched under the odd green hood the other man wore and Link winced. “I’m short five,” came his glum refusal.
“Oh? Perhaps a short sojourn, then, sir, to collect more before you tackle the STAR challenge once more?” Purlo suggested. Obvious greed gleamed in his eyes, but…
When Link had beat the first challenge, Purlo had produced a beautiful new quiver for him. Link couldn’t begin to think what might be offered now if he could just beat this. “I-” he started, then stopped and gave the cage a look of frustrated longing. He didn’t want to leave, to lose the patterns he’d started burning into his muscles…
A soft tsking click of a tongue broke his morose thoughts. “Perhaps, good sir, an alternative arrangement could be worked out.” Purlo spun on his heels and made a grand gesture towards the three girls perched on the viewing stands. “Ladies, I must consult with this superstar in the making! Solitude is necessary now, for this dialog shall be of a most sensitive nature.”
An immediate squeal of female voices filled the air and the girls hurriedly rushed out, lingering just long enough to bat lush eyelashes at him before darting away with a giggle.
Once the tent flap fell closed, Purlo made a ‘follow along’ gesture and began to stride around the ring that surrounded the STAR cage. Link caught up just as he reached some of the wooden painted stand-ups that blocked easy access to the stands.
“Five rupees, sir, is no small amount. Indeed! It is, after all, the cost of delivering such a FINE challenge to a strapping young man such as yourself.” Purlo spun around and Link stopped dead, his eyes wide.
Because Purlo had undone his breeches, revealing a half-hard shaft.
“My offer, sir, is to accept your ten rupees for a single additional round… along with the gift of a… personal favor, shall we say. What say you?!”
… he really did want to win. And it would just cost him even more to relearn all the patterns if he had to leave to collect more rupees.
Purlo’s cock wasn’t the biggest he’d ever seen, but something about how it was darkening and stiffening up, it was on the veiny side and had a mushroom head-
Link was vaguely aware that his mouth was suddenly dry, his own pants were suddenly growing tighter, and the outline of Midna he could see peeking out of his shadow was furiously shaking her head at him-
He was on his knees a few moments later, mouth open and tongue slipping out to get a taste.
(In the background, his companion’s shadow form could be seen slapping a hand over her eyes as the sound of enthusiastic sucking filled the air.)
Long fingers ended up threaded through his hair as Purlo eventually took over and started just ruthlessly fucking his throat. Little muffled gasps and grunts slipped out like the drool seeping out of the corners of his mouth. Link had a hand shoved against his crotch as he rocked against himself, excited beyond any reasonable measure to be sucking this veritable stranger off in the shadows of a thin-walled tent.
Purlo thrust his swollen length deep into Link’s throat as he came, the rigid shaft pulsing noticeably as he filled Link’s stomach with hot, hot come.
“A service worth… five rupees, sir,” panted Purlo. “If you wished to attempt to come out ahead, however, I could see to offering you a single free round…”
Which was how Link found himself sucking Purlo back to full hardness then moaning as the game master pushed his way inside him while he braced himself against the viewing stands.
Thin hips slapped against his ass while Link gasped in stunned amazement at how good this felt. The gold rings that hung down from Purlo’s tunic bounced against his thighs and lacy cuffs tickled his hips. Each time Purlo’s turgid member plowed into him, Link moaned.
“And now- sir-” With a sudden grunt, Purlo slammed his swollen shaft deep inside him. The way that big, mushroom head rubbed inside Link was too much and everything went fuzzy around him as he came hard around the heat pulsing inside him.
His ass throbbed when Purlo pulled free and Link just lingered there for several long moments as the world swam back into focus. He could feel that potent load Purlo had filled him with leaking out of him and as he pulled up his drawers and breeches, he knew they would be stained and dirty by the time he was able to change.
The game master was greeting the girls by the time Link came trudging back to the front. Every step was filled with an unfamiliar agony and as he waited inside the cage a few minutes later for the starting whistle, Link gave his ass cheeks an experimental flex.
Oww… Who knew that could hurt so much? Still… it wasn’t all that bad, really…
“You’re an IDIOT,” hissed Midna.
He shrugged slightly. She wasn’t wrong. The whistle sang and Link’s arms snapped out to fire his clawshot. This time… he was going to win.